Lyrics:

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 stealing people's mail On a friday night Drivin' in the mountains Winding 'round and 'round Rummage thru 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 a grocery sackful after grocery sackful After 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 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 'Til we come out born-again Christians