By Kat Bjelland
Date: 11 March 2001
Mad Pilot
You are the one that feels there's no one home
To be left alone is the marrow from my bone
You were the one
Feel like a motherfucker when the curly black hair on my sweater spells S.A.M. was here last winter
Serves me warm Russian Tea carves our love
Carves our love into a tree
Mad pilot fly into the mire
Mad Angels fly you are my sky
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