Mystery Mail Lyrics - Humor Risk - Cass Mccombs

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 Street 

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 me 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 in 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 you see me 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 a good guy, but a saint he ain't 

[Repeat x3] 

Mystery mail 

It read: "I hope this finds you well" 

To no avail 

You tipped the scale 

Now I'll see you in Hell 

See you in Hell 

See you in Hell 

I'll see you in Hell