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 F*ck that! Yeah, really f*ck 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 f*ck off of 'em Get the f*ck off of 'em Get the f*ck off man And who fucking backed him up? Who backed up the policeman? It was the goddamn postman So f*ck him "We are not going to apologize for America, no more apologies" F*ck that sir F*ck that, and your whole goddamn institution Yeah, f*ck you