Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been two days and still no word – I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two savers
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the package car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey,
@D. Randall Blythe , I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins
"In the Air of the Night" about that guy who could've saved that other guy from lates
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a PCM he found him?
That's kinda how this is
You could've rescued me from lates
Now it's all missed, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or an on call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you, Randy, we could've been together – think about it!
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep
And you dream about it
And when you dream
I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you
And you can't breathe without me
See, Randy—shut up! I'm tryin' to talk
Hey, Randy, that's my wife screamin' in the bulkhead
But I didn't giver her a warning letter, just a verbal, see, I ain't like you
‘Cause if she no call/no shows she'll suffer more
And then she'll be fired too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the center now
Oh sh**, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this sh** out?
And close thread.
