Lyrics:

We ain't going to the partyWe ain't going to the gameWe ain't going to the discoAin't gonna cruise down mainWe're stealing people's mailstealing people's mailstealing people's mailOn a friday nightDrivin' in the mountainsWinding 'round and 'roundRummage thru your mailboxesTake your mail back to townAnd we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returnsChecks to politicians from real estate firmsMoney, bills and cancelled checksPretty funny pictures of your kidsWe're gonna steal your mailOn a Friday nightWe're gonna steal your mailBy the pale moonlightWe got a grocery sackful after grocery sackfulAfter grocery sackful after grocery sackfulAfter grocery sackful after grocery sackfulOf the private lives of youPeople say that we're crazyWe're sick and all aloneBut when we read your lettersWe're rolling on the floorWe got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returnsChecks to politicians from real estate firmsMoney, bills and cancelled checksWe cut relationships with your friendsWe're gonna steal your mailOn a Friday nightWe're gonna steal your mailBy the pale moonlightWe better not get caughtWe'll be dumped in institutionsWhere we'll be drugged and shocked'Til we come out born-again Christians