Текст: Alexisonfire. Crisis. Mailbox Arson.

your mail's not safe in this town
your mail's not safe in this town
your mail's not safe in this town
your mail's not safe in this town

a cigarette burn on your face
i pour the kerosene in your mouth
i watch the ash fall down your throat
i'll burn all your precious bills
watch the smoke fold for every crack
breathe in your secret lives
all your bills pay your welfare checks
but i don't think i can sleep alone
with this last war always ending in ash

your mail's not safe in this town
your mail's not safe in this town
your mail's not safe in this town
well i'm taking this town back

i watch the smoke start to rise
one hundred homes one hundred fires
everything you own now burned away
this town is no longer mine its fucked with me for the last time
how i wish that i could see your face

withered sky is streaked with plumes
know that it's my signature upon this wretched fucking city
mailbox arson, my sweet revenge
mailbox arson, my sweet revenge

strike a match and burn away every tie that binds me to this place
strike a match and burn away every tie that binds me to this place
i will strike a match and burn away every tie that binds me to this place
strike a match and burn away every tie that binds me to this place.

when the smoke clears
you can consider us anything

your mail's not safe in this town
your mail's not safe in this town
your mail's not safe in this town
i'm taking this town back

i watch the smoke start to rise
one hundred homes one hundred fires
everything you own now burned away
this town is no longer mine it's fucked with me for the last time
how i wish that i could see your face