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