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