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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] with me for the last time.
How I wish that I could see your face..