All the peacock people left the in a pile They good to a fault And the Gulf water's like a bathtub Full of and epsom salt
See a bleach boy put his long board down Help his girl get her on I thought about you in your house Think you're lonely but I be wrong and...
I wanna be bootlegger mix you up something strange Braid your hair like a Maim you a hurricane
Right there, that's the postman in the sand He's got a letter to deliver, but I can't mad, oh Right there, that's the postman in the sand got a get-well-card to deliver He's gonna do it by hand, gonna do it by hand
Now they drive the cars up and the beach It's ridiculous and knows Hear the rev at the four way stop You get ghosted the light says go
But in a town this, in the checkered flag dawn It's so empty you could make somebody So it's you, in your four-post bed Fell with still the blood in your teeth and...
I wanna be your I wanna be your sense pain Wrap your head in a fence Rebuild after the
there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand He's got my letters to deliver, but I'm not mad Right there, that's the postman asleep in the He's got a to deliver He's gonna do it by He's gonna do it, he's do it He's do it, he's gonna do it gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand
Oh Right there, that's the postman in the sand He's got a to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh there, that's the postman asleep in the sand He's got a head now to deliver He's to do it by hand He's gonna do it, gonna do it He's gonna do it, gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's do it He's gonna do it, he's do it... by hand