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 MainWe're stealing people's mail
Stealing people's mail
Stealing people's mail
Stealing people's mail
Stealing people's mail
On a Friday nightDrivin' in the mountains
Winding 'round and 'round
Rummage through your mailboxes
Take your mail back to townAnd 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 kidsWe're gonna steal your mail
On a Friday night
We're gonna steal your mail
By the pale moonlightWe got grocery sackful after grocery sackful
After grocery sackful after grocery sackful
After grocery sackful after grocery sackful
Of the private lives of youPeople say that we're crazy
We're sick and all alone
But when we read your letters
We're rolling on the floorAnd we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns
Checks to politicians from real estate firms
Money, bills and cancelled checks
We cut relationships with your friendsWe're gonna steal your mail
On a Friday night
We're gonna steal your mail
By the pale moonlightWe better not get caught
We'll be dumped in institutions
Where we'll be drugged and shocked
Till we come out born-again ChristiansStealing people's mail
Stealing people's mail
Stealing people's mail
Stealing people's mail
On a Friday night, n-n-n-night
Songwriters
KLAUS FLOURIDE, JELLO BIAFRA, EAST BAY RAY, DARREN HENLEYPublished by
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