Album: Buck

Dear John

I, I am unfrail; catch you by the tail
I'll put a letter in the mail that says ";Dear John";
I could care less about your happiness
you made this bed, you made this mess so lap it up
down in the hollow witching for water, I cussed and I cussed but it didn't help a bit
you, you walk around just like you own this town
well, I hate to let you down but you're extinct
you do what you can; take it like a man
another chip upon your shoulder, son of a gun
down in the hollow witching for water, I cussed and I cussed but it didn't help a bit
the one who got away, the one who wouldn't say ";Daddy do it to me one more time!";
the one who lived to tell, the one who broke your spell
it's all just smoke and mirrors, monkeyshine
down in the hollow witching for water, I cussed and I cussed but it
didn't help a bit
dear John