@migu music@

@migu music@

作词 : Biafra, Dead Kennedys

We ain't going to the party

We ain't going to the game

We ain't going to the disco

Ain't gonna cruise down main

We're stealing people's mail

Stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail

Stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail

On a Friday night

Drivin' in the mountains

Winding 'round and 'round

Rummage through your mailboxes

Take your mail back to town

And we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns

Checks to politicians from real estate firms

Money, bills and canceled checks

Pretty funny pictures of your kids

We're gonna steal your mail

On a Friday night

We're gonna steal your mail

By the pale moonlight

We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful

After grocery sackful after grocery sackful

After grocery sackful after grocery sackful

Of the private lives of you

People say that we're crazy

We're sick and all alone

But when we read your letters

We're rolling on the floor

And we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns

Checks to politicians from real estate firms

Money, bills and canceled checks

We cut relationships with your friends

We're gonna steal your mail

On a Friday night

We're gonna steal your mail

By the pale moonlight

We better not get caught

We'll be dumped in institutions

Where we'll be drugged and shocked'

Til we come out

Born Again

Christians

Stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail

Stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail

On a Friday night