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