Hey Hey Mr. Postman
Hey hey Mr. Postman, you deliver all my mail
And yet I care not for your visage
Or your little, plodding steps
Because y'got one hand to the government and one hand up to god
Come on my friend
Let one hand loose
Yeaheeyeaheeyeaheeyeaheeyeah!
Hey hey Mr. Postman, you listen to those talking heads (Yes, you do)
Face pressed to the television screen
Part of a perceived silent majority
Fuck that!
Yeah, really fuck that...
Who are you? What do you believe in, Mr. Postman?
Who are you? What do you believe in, Mr. Postman?
Who are you? What do you believe in, Mr. Postman?
Oh, Mr. Postman...
Alright, it's time to speak the truth
It's time, to really say something
And I will repeat it, so join me in song if you feel so inclined
Hey there Mr. Policeman
You keep on killing people in the streets now
Monopoly on violence, hand of the tyrants
Get off of our streets now
Hey there Mr. Policeman
You keep on killing people in the streets now
Monopoly on violence, hand of the tyrants
Get off of our streets now
Hey there Mr. Policeman
You keep on killing people in the streets now
Monopoly on violence, hand of the tyrants
Get off of our streets now
Get the fuck off of 'em
Get the fuck off of 'em
Get the fuck off man
And who fucking backed him up?
Who backed up the policeman?
It was the goddamn postman
So fuck him
"We are not going to apologize for America, no more apologies"
Fuck that sir
Fuck that, and your whole goddamn institution
Yeah, fuck you
And yet I care not for your visage
Or your little, plodding steps
Because y'got one hand to the government and one hand up to god
Come on my friend
Let one hand loose
Yeaheeyeaheeyeaheeyeaheeyeah!
Hey hey Mr. Postman, you listen to those talking heads (Yes, you do)
Face pressed to the television screen
Part of a perceived silent majority
Fuck that!
Yeah, really fuck that...
Who are you? What do you believe in, Mr. Postman?
Who are you? What do you believe in, Mr. Postman?
Who are you? What do you believe in, Mr. Postman?
Oh, Mr. Postman...
Alright, it's time to speak the truth
It's time, to really say something
And I will repeat it, so join me in song if you feel so inclined
Hey there Mr. Policeman
You keep on killing people in the streets now
Monopoly on violence, hand of the tyrants
Get off of our streets now
Hey there Mr. Policeman
You keep on killing people in the streets now
Monopoly on violence, hand of the tyrants
Get off of our streets now
Hey there Mr. Policeman
You keep on killing people in the streets now
Monopoly on violence, hand of the tyrants
Get off of our streets now
Get the fuck off of 'em
Get the fuck off of 'em
Get the fuck off man
And who fucking backed him up?
Who backed up the policeman?
It was the goddamn postman
So fuck him
"We are not going to apologize for America, no more apologies"
Fuck that sir
Fuck that, and your whole goddamn institution
Yeah, fuck you
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Writer(s): Echo Cain
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