Dirty July mornin clothes Flappin on the line Flappin on the line Clothes flappin on the line Well the cops sent out the warnin Phantom One has done his time One had done his time Phantom One has done his time But that dont mean nothin to me Could care less if he rots in his cell Cause Ive got a fuse of my own to burn While I stand in line to take my turn Waiting for the mail I was promised a letter At least a Japanese postcard A Japanese postcard Japanese postcard And after all of these days I can count All the ways Aint seen nothin like that so far Nothin like that so far Nothin like that so far I wonder if shes in trouble what Kind of demons Are on her tail But there aint nothin I can do to change The changes shes been through While Ive been Waiting for the mail You might also likeLast night I dreamed About a motel near the border A dim light and a twenty dollar room Sweat poured from my brow As I lay there frozen I was wide awake and not a Minute to soon Well the buzzards fly up to the heavens Dog sound asleep on the porch Sound asleep on the porch Dog sound asleep on the porch And its year to the day Since the fields burned away But I still carry this torch I still carry this torch I still carry this torch And Im feelin a little bit seasick But Ive still got one hand on the rail And one eye on the road cause thats Where my future will unfold while Im waiting for the mail
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