I'm a loner, Dottie
They call me Rebel Yellow
But they don't know me, Dottie

Hello, Dottie
You can call me Mellow Yellow

You know I love you, Dottie
I'm waking up with you
But you don't know me, Dottie
I'm tangled up in glue
And there ain't nothing new
I just want [bad word] get my fangs stuck in this

Now I'm a lone wolf, unchained with crooked fangs
Here [bad word]  here [bad word] And I [bad word] to put your fire out
I don't fear your flames
Here [bad word] 
I hear I'm calling your name
For crying out loud
I'm here, I'm calling your name
For crying out wolf
I hear I'm calling you out
I hear I'm calling you out
I'm here, I'm calling you out
I'm here, I'm calling you out

I raised awareness so you could call me daddy
I took care of your sheriff, man, I'd shoot 'em all gladly
Mr. Happy Go Hungry
On the search to where my gun and badge are buried
Now you're just mad or scared
Because you got no more little toys to look after
They said you poisoned a perfectly good pasture
We asked your whereabouts, they only had one good answer

And they said there was no choice in their matter
And that their voice didn't matter
And the white noise in your laughter
Was just a void they couldn't capture
filler in time, while you tried to put those pillars in line

I was watching horror films, hoping the killer was fine
Figured it was prime to tinker with your spine
While you played the role of Jesus, I was spilling your wine
Just to kill some time, they thought it was for justice

So now it sucks less for me because I [bad word] your destiny
And dubbed your lust for a mess to clean up
You love less to me now
Never [bad word] a breath I breathe out
I'm sufficiently breathless
Just blood and flesh, yes, you see now

Weed out your garden, let [bad word] and find the flowers
Before you summon the final hours for someone that's blind to cowards
I devour [bad word]  and poor sportsmanship

Now you're over-apologetic, wet with a thousand types of tears
And I don't get it - you kept them right behind your ears
Tried to steer many your beaten path for [bad word] I said I keep my feet in glass, and [bad word] And [bad word] from the king of the road to recovery
Who has got a soul that's old and I sing you odes about codes that cut it free (?)
It's just like me, nothing's changed

I'm just a lone wolf, unchained with crooked fangs
Here [bad word]  here [bad word] And I [bad word] to put your fire out
I don't fear your flames
Here [bad word] 
I hear I'm calling your name
For crying out loud
I hear I'm calling your name
For crying out wolf
I hear I'm calling you out
I hear I'm calling you out
I'm here, I'm calling you out
I'm here, I'm calling you out

And they said they just wanted to have a kiss
And you were all like, "You want to battle, [bad word] "

And then you said, "Our history is too fragile to juggle with"
But now Misery is the only man you'll cuddle with
And it's so clear, you drew weapons on those you hold dear
Said you were dancing in private, but you're two-steppin' on toes here

Dear, Dottie