Вершы: Alexisonfire. Crisis. Mailbox Arson.

Your mail's not safe in this town
Your mail's not safe in this town
Your mail's not safe in this town
Your mail's not safe in this town

I strike a red bird on your face
And pour the kerosene in your mouth
I watch the match fall down your throat

I burn all your precious bowels
I watch the smoke pour from every crack
And breathe in your secret lives

All your bills, pay and welfare cheques
But I don't think I can stay for long
There's lots more mail that's not yet ash

Your mail's not safe in this town
Your mail's not safe in this town
Your mail's not safe in this town
I'm taking this town back

I watch the smoke start to rise
One hundred homes
One hundred fires
Everything you own now burns away

This town is no longer mine
It's fucked with me for the last time
How I wish that I could see your face

When the sky is streaked with plumes
Know that it's my signature
Upon this wretched fucking city

Mailbox arson
My sweet revenge

Mailbox arson
My sweet revenge

I'll strike a match and burn away
Every tie that binds me to this place
I'll strike a match and burn away
Every tie that binds me to this place

I will strike a match and burn away
Every tie that binds me to this place
Strike a match and burn away
Every tie that binds me to this place

When the smoke clears
You can consider us even

Your mail's not safe in this town
Your mail's not safe in this town
Your mail's not safe in this town
I'm taking this town back

I watch the smoke start to rise
One hundred homes
One hundred fires
Everything you own now burns away

This town is no longer mine
It's fucked with me for the last time
How I wish that I could see your face