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Mr. Mail Man
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Look, I know your job is hard and you don't make much dough
I see you out there every day in the sleet and the snow
And every time I'm drivin' by, you're wavin' hey or hello
But there's one thing you should know
I wake up every day feeling so successful
Another day gettin' paid, pushin' the pencil
Sun on my face, Keurig in my cup
SportsCenter on TV, turn it up
Everything is pleasant, I'm livin' a bit of heaven
It inevitably ends abruptly at eleven
That's when I hear his evilness
It's that piece of shit up in the eagle whip
That mailman knew he came to ruin my life
I'm sure payin' bills what I'm doin' tonight
He's got the steering wheel on the British side
And every time I see him, I'm sad he didn't die
Six days a week, this dude's at my place
I try to be gone so I don't see his face
But the mail's waiting for me when I do get home
Is it the bills for the phone or the student loans?
I can't wait
He's the nicest of folk
But I wanna put a knife in his throat
Brought me a letter sayin' my license revoked
You're a douche
I wanna find you while you're doing your route
I wanna buy a deuce-deuce and put two in your boot
You make me wanna go psycho, postal on you
You're my arch-nemesis
And I don't feel bad 'cause I know you got benefits
Look, I know your job is hard and you don't make much dough
I see you out there every day in the sleet and the snow
And every time I'm drivin' by, you're wavin' hey or hello
But there's one thing you should know
Fuck you, Mister Mailman (Hey!)
I don't wanna see you no more, no more
Fuck you, Mister Mailman
And don't come knocking at my door
Sorry dude, I don't know what to say
Every envelope you give me, I just throw 'em away (Trash)
I don't know why I take this shit
Knew I should've signed up for paperless
And I know that my bills be three weeks late
'Cause of what you give me I'm not sleeping great
And you could probably find a job at equal pay
But I know you like to ruin other people's days
And I'm friends with the UPS man
'Cause everything he gives me is something I want
Next thing, guess who shows up, man? (Who?)
It's you with the bill for that something I bought
You're the reason why I never ever borrow a loan
Stay far from my home unless you're Karl Malone
And if I do say hi, it's a snarling tone (Hi!)
And if I gotta pay a bill, I'll just call my phone and go
Look, I know your job is hard and you don't make much dough
I see you out there every day in the sleet and the snow
And every time I'm drivin' by, you're wavin' hey or hello
But there's one thing you should know
Fuck you, Mister Mailman (Hey!)
I don't wanna see you no more, no more
Fuck you, Mister Mailman
And don't come knocking at my door
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