A painful reflection was your sole intention My imagination now leads to attention The girls at the station, the freaks and their factions The pimps and addicted want a piece of the action Oh... you could have sent me a letter Oh... a letter never sent Murder or mass slaughter, stepson or stepdaughter Picked for the patent where sickness is latent The torch to the trash fire, ghost boys on death wire Re-dredge the sweeter, my skull and your tire iron Oh... you could have sent me a letter Oh... a letter never sent Oh... you could have sent me a letter Oh... a letter never sent If sad introspection was my lone invention Your blood-covered boots might have sparked my fixation This minor infraction caused your wild reaction My stripped naked wheels couldn't catch any traction Oh... you could have sent me a letter Oh... a letter never sent Oh... you could have sent me a letter Oh... a letter never sent