Lick This

The only mail I don’t hate is hate mail, I love it Speak your mind and never hold them back, you sicko You fold it up nice and walk it down the hill, on the coldest days There’s so many broken among us Taking up the space we can use for trees Or parking space Or fast food spots Or luncheonettes Or bridal shops Or taxidermists Or lotto offices Or pawn shops Or gold exchange Or smartphone repair We need repair Hey, next time you’re gonna lick a stamp Lick this Lick this Right from the bottom of my heart Lick this Right from the bottom of my heart Lick this Use your body Not your pen Walk right up to my face And give it to me I think I can take it Don’t hide behind Anonymous Don’t press your lips to paper Instead Lick this Lick this Right from the bottom of my heart Lick this Right from the bottom of my heart Lick this Use your body Not your pen Walk right up to my face And give it to me I think I can take it Don’t hide behind Anonymous Don’t press your lips to paper again Steve Murphy - Drums René Acosta - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals