Love Letters from [bad word] 
(as it appears on Love Letters from [bad word]  

Well I'm fillin in for Gracie Roberts tonight, yeah 
I'm feelin very sorry that it hasn't rained all year 
I'm feelin very sorry that I, that I've got the fear 
It's taking time to sort through my winding mind 
When i can smell her on my neck 
(yeah) 
You've got to, you've got [bad word] away 
You've got to, you've got to find a way, baby 
You've got to fade away 
Until there's no one left but you 
The ship is down 

Skins is on the sidewalk 
Filling things with acid 
Mom is in the kitchen 
Crying for her father 
Meaningless as music 
Making as amusements 
Slides into the doorway 
Chattering like horseplay 
I am, I am sending you a love letter from [bad word] 

 [bad word] the boys, [bad word] all the boys 
 [bad word] girls while you're at it 
Load into a limousine 

Well I'm fillin in for Gracie Roberts tonight, yeah 
I'm feelin very sorry that it hasn't rained all year 
I'm feelin very sorry that I that ive got the fear 
It's taking time to sort through my winding mind 
When I can smell her on my neck 
(yeah) 
You've got to, you've got [bad word] away 
You've got to, you've got to find a way, baby 
You've got to fade away 
'Til there's no one left but you 
The ship is down