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