Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - Stealing People Mail

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
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Drug Me
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Hop With The Jet Set
I Kill Children
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Kill The Poor
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Let`s Lynch The Landford
Life Sentence
Macho Insecurity
Night Of The Living Rednecks
One Way Ticket To Pluto
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Saturday Night Holocaust
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Shrink
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Take This Job And Shove It
The Great Wall
The Man With The Dogs
The Prey
Too Drunk To Fuck
Triumph of The Swill
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When Ya Get Drafted
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