Post Office Lament

Waking so damn early well This jobs become a living hell More letters than the eye can see I fell this pressure inside of me Got my bullets got my gun I got my rifle Supervisor stares me down But he'll be begging when I come around All the coworkers that I hate They're gonna suffer the same damned fate Everyone thinks that I'm the quiet guy Boy are they in for a big surprise And if we all go down in a hail of lead Well, this job sucks we're better off dead --- Post Office Lament - Down by Law