To The Editor

Duration

2:18

Genres

Alt. Rock

Lyrics

To the editor I'm running away No place to go And a shot in the head And I found myself a little bird Got a bushel And a pocket of worth You can have just what you like Even the taste of a knife And for the rest of your life You'll get a kick in the side I forgot Do you know what it is Meet the lamb Who never loses his way Take its head Put it on my plate Passing up On my freedom again *chorus* Taking off just my draggers and I Hang myself On mosquitoes and flies Overload Gotta follow again Where'd I go Buried under the sand