All the peacock people left the plumes in a They look to a fault And the water's warm like a bathtub of lavender and epsom salt
See a bleach boy put his long board down Help his girl get her on I about you in your little house Think lonely but I could be wrong and...
I wanna be bootlegger Wanna mix you up something Braid your hair a sister Maim you a hurricane
Right there, that's the sleeping in the sand got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay 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 gonna do it by
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 town this, in the checkered flag dawn It's so empty you could make somebody So maybe it's you, in your bed Fell asleep with the blood in your teeth and...
I wanna be happiness I wanna be your common sense Wrap head in a picket fence Rebuild the hurricane
Right there, that's the postman in the sand He's got my letters to deliver, but I'm not mad Right there, the postman asleep in the sand He's got a get-well-card to He's gonna do it by He's do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by
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 asleep in the He's got a stack now to deliver He's wants to do it by He's gonna do it, he's do it He's do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's do it He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by