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hey, mistermutantjohn@hotmail.com, drop me a line, send me a wire. hey, mistermutantjohn@hotmail.com, drop me a line, send me a wire. i been diggin' those danielson family records you got for me, and i been livin' like a bend of ones since my second and final tupperware party. and they been given me a thousand bucks to sling my autobiography, but they're not given a flyin' fuck about my meloncholosity. hey, mistermutantjohn@hotmail.com, drop me a line, send me a wire. hey, mistermutantjohn@hotmail.com, drop me a line, send me a wire. is this city just a broth of thieves, gone sour like milk rotting between your teeth? is this city just a broth of thieves, gone sour like milk rotting between your teeth? is this city just a broth of thieves, gone sour like milk rotting between your teeth? is this city just a broth of thieves, gone sour like milk rotting between your teeth? whether red-coat or rebel, if they come through this window, they will fall on our knives. whether red-coat or rebel, if they come through this window, they will fall on our knives. whether red-coat or rebel, if they come through this window, they will fall on our knives. From Letras Mania