Stealing Peoples Mail — текст песни (dead kennedys)

We aint going to the party

We aint going to the game

We aint going to the disco

Aint gonna cruise down main



Were stealing peoples mail

Stealing peoples mail

Stealing peoples 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



Were gonna steal your mail

On a friday night

Were 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

Ha ha



People say that were crazy

Were sick and all alone

But when we read your letters

Were 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



Were gonna steal your mail

On a friday night

Were gonna steal your mail

By the pale moonlight



We better not get caught

Well be dumped in institutions

Where well be drugged and shocked

til we come out born-again christians.