Stealing people's mail

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 main.

We’re stealing people’s mail,
stealing people’s mail
on a Friday night.

Drivin’ in the mountains,
winding ‘round and ‘round,
rummage through 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.

We’re gonna steal your mail
on a Friday night.
We’re gonna steal your mail
by the pale moonlight.

We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful,
after grocery sackful, after grocery sackful
of the private lives of you.

People say that we’re crazy,
we’re sick and all alone.
but when we read your letters
we’re rolling on the floor.

And 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 friends.

We’re gonna steal your mail
on a Friday night.
We’re gonna steal your mail
by the pale moonlight.

We better not get caught,
we’ll be dumped in institutions
where we’ll be drugged and shocked
till we come out born-again Christians.

Stealing people’s mail,
stealing people’s mail
on a Friday night.