Goddamn You, Mr. Rosewater Songtext

Dear future Gaslighter, trash basket
It must be awful convenient to be able to build your own casket
All is on the table, we're taking back the welcome mat
We want our income back

You got me pegged as the wrong kind of rosewater
I'm good to beggars but I'm not the farmer's daughter
So, watch your appendages or you might need some bandages
You need man's laughter for manslaughter

Dear future Gaslighter, so mature
You don't even know what a good thing's worth
You don't know how to make it hurt
But you sure as hell make stupid look like work

And you got me pegged as the wrong kind of rosewater
Well, you're like a beggar but I'm not the farmer's daughter
So, watch your appendages or you might need some bandages
And I don't need laughter, just manslaughter
Go on this way, I dare you to
go on this way for the rest of your days
May there be so many days like this