Dead kennedy s stealing people's mail lyrics

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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

On a friday night

Drivin' in the mountains

Winding round and round

Rummage thru 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 cancelled checks,

Pretty funny pictures of your kids

We're stealing peopl's mail

On a Friday night

We're stealing people's mail

By the pale moonlight

We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful

Grocery sackful after grocery sackful

Grocery sackful after grocery sackful

Of the private lives of you

Ha Ha

People say we're crazy

We're sick and all alone

But when we read your letters

We're rolling on the floor

We got more license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns

Checks to politicians from real estate firms,

Money, bills and cancelled checks

We cut relationships with your friends

We're gonna steal your mail

By the pale moonlight

We better not get caught

We'll be drugged and shocked

'Til we come out born-again christians