Your mail's not safe in this town. [4x] [George:] 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. [3x] Well, I'm taking this all back. [Dallas:] 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 f**ed with me for the last time. How I wish that I could see your face.. [George:] When the sky is streaked with plumes Know that it's my signature Upon this wretched f**ing city. Mailbox arson, My sweet revenge. Mailbox arson, My sweet revenge. [Dallas:] I'll strike a match and burn away - Every tie that binds me to this place [4x] [George:] When the smoke clears, You can consider us even. Your mail's not safe in this town. [3x] Well, I'm taking this all back. [Dallas:] 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 f**ed with me for the last time. How I wish that I could see your face..