Mystery Mail 歌词

歌曲	Mystery Mail
歌手	Cass McCombs
专辑	Humor Risk
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	Mystery Mail
	It read: “
	I hope this finds you well”
	To no avail
	You tipped the scale
	Now I’ll see you in
	Hell Sailing over this story’s arc
	A cardboard box that missed its mark
	Like a comet seen at dusk
	Like the Mayan twins born of the husk
	We were raised and flew at the very same height
	But fell individually from our flight
	I knew Daniel since high school in
	Benicia He sold cookies from his parents’ freezer
	But were we ever really ever close?
	Now Daniel’s gone and
	I’m his ghost
	He went north and
	I went east
	We had a plan- or an idea, at least
	From his cousin’s lab in
	Crescent City
	Daniel packaged two pounds for speedy delivery
	USPS to Greenpoint,
	Brooklyn Every gram sold while his cousin kept cooking
	Successfully, this went on
	For, oh, I don’t know how long
	One day I turned the corner onto
	India St.
	I must have turned white as a sheet
	Three policemen were standing on my stoop
	Talking to my girlfriend,
	Betty Boop
	I turned around never to see
	Betty again
	I’m sorry,
	Betty, I hope you understand
	I assumed they got to
	Daniel first
	In this line of work you come to expect the worse
	Some time later, the smirk was wiped from my smile
	I was arrested for hopping a turnstile
	Bones had told the warrant cleared after eight years
	So, naturally, on my court date
	I failed to appear
	Eventually, the cardboard comet had to fall
	I took a walk down the long hall
	The first thing
	I did from my cell
	Was write a letter in search of
	Daniel Daniel was indeed inside the lion’s den
	Not the only
	Lionkiller in a
	California
	State Penn.
	Daniel wrote me back in a matter of days
	No mention of whether or not crime pays
	He wrote: “
	You wouldn’t recognize my anymore” “
	I bet you’d rather be back cleaning toilets in
	Baltimore” “
	I’ll never make it out of this cell” “
	I guess the next time
	I see you will be in
	Hell” The letters stopped rolling in
	I heard Daniel was stabbed with a ballpoint pen
	About sixty times by his cellmate,
	Charles Now people talk about immortalizing him in marble
	Not everybody should be made a saint
	Daniel was good guy, but a saint he ‘aint
	Mystery Mail
	It read: “
	I hope this finds you well”
	To no avail
	You tipped the scale
	Now I’ll see you in
	Hell

	Mystery Mail
	It read: "
	I hope this finds you well"
	To no avail
	You tipped the scale
	Now I' ll see you in
	Hell Sailing over this story' s arc
	A cardboard box that missed its mark
	Like a comet seen at dusk
	Like the Mayan twins born of the husk
	We were raised and flew at the very same height
	But fell individually from our flight
	I knew Daniel since high school in
	Benicia He sold cookies from his parents' freezer
	But were we ever really ever close?
	Now Daniel' s gone and
	I' m his ghost
	He went north and
	I went east
	We had a plan or an idea, at least
	From his cousin' s lab in
	Crescent City
	Daniel packaged two pounds for speedy delivery
	USPS to Greenpoint,
	Brooklyn Every gram sold while his cousin kept cooking
	Successfully, this went on
	For, oh, I don' t know how long
	One day I turned the corner onto
	India St.
	I must have turned white as a sheet
	Three policemen were standing on my stoop
	Talking to my girlfriend,
	Betty Boop
	I turned around never to see
	Betty again
	I' m sorry,
	Betty, I hope you understand
	I assumed they got to
	Daniel first
	In this line of work you come to expect the worse
	Some time later, the smirk was wiped from my smile
	I was arrested for hopping a turnstile
	Bones had told the warrant cleared after eight years
	So, naturally, on my court date
	I failed to appear
	Eventually, the cardboard comet had to fall
	I took a walk down the long hall
	The first thing
	I did from my cell
	Was write a letter in search of
	Daniel Daniel was indeed inside the lion' s den
	Not the only
	Lionkiller in a
	California
	State Penn.
	Daniel wrote me back in a matter of days
	No mention of whether or not crime pays
	He wrote: "
	You wouldn' t recognize my anymore" "
	I bet you' d rather be back cleaning toilets in
	Baltimore" "
	I' ll never make it out of this cell" "
	I guess the next time
	I see you will be in
	Hell" The letters stopped rolling in
	I heard Daniel was stabbed with a ballpoint pen
	About sixty times by his cellmate,
	Charles Now people talk about immortalizing him in marble
	Not everybody should be made a saint
	Daniel was good guy, but a saint he ' aint
	Mystery Mail
	It read: "
	I hope this finds you well"
	To no avail
	You tipped the scale
	Now I' ll see you in
	Hell

	Mystery Mail
	It read: "
	I hope this finds you well"
	To no avail
	You tipped the scale
	Now I' ll see you in
	Hell Sailing over this story' s arc
	A cardboard box that missed its mark
	Like a comet seen at dusk
	Like the Mayan twins born of the husk
	We were raised and flew at the very same height
	But fell individually from our flight
	I knew Daniel since high school in
	Benicia He sold cookies from his parents' freezer
	But were we ever really ever close?
	Now Daniel' s gone and
	I' m his ghost
	He went north and
	I went east
	We had a plan or an idea, at least
	From his cousin' s lab in
	Crescent City
	Daniel packaged two pounds for speedy delivery
	USPS to Greenpoint,
	Brooklyn Every gram sold while his cousin kept cooking
	Successfully, this went on
	For, oh, I don' t know how long
	One day I turned the corner onto
	India St.
	I must have turned white as a sheet
	Three policemen were standing on my stoop
	Talking to my girlfriend,
	Betty Boop
	I turned around never to see
	Betty again
	I' m sorry,
	Betty, I hope you understand
	I assumed they got to
	Daniel first
	In this line of work you come to expect the worse
	Some time later, the smirk was wiped from my smile
	I was arrested for hopping a turnstile
	Bones had told the warrant cleared after eight years
	So, naturally, on my court date
	I failed to appear
	Eventually, the cardboard comet had to fall
	I took a walk down the long hall
	The first thing
	I did from my cell
	Was write a letter in search of
	Daniel Daniel was indeed inside the lion' s den
	Not the only
	Lionkiller in a
	California
	State Penn.
	Daniel wrote me back in a matter of days
	No mention of whether or not crime pays
	He wrote: "
	You wouldn' t recognize my anymore" "
	I bet you' d rather be back cleaning toilets in
	Baltimore" "
	I' ll never make it out of this cell" "
	I guess the next time
	I see you will be in
	Hell" The letters stopped rolling in
	I heard Daniel was stabbed with a ballpoint pen
	About sixty times by his cellmate,
	Charles Now people talk about immortalizing him in marble
	Not everybody should be made a saint
	Daniel was good guy, but a saint he ' aint
	Mystery Mail
	It read: "
	I hope this finds you well"
	To no avail
	You tipped the scale
	Now I' ll see you in
	Hell

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