Post Office Lament - Down By Law

Waking so damn early well

This jobs become a living hell

More letters than the eye can see

I fell this pressure inside of me

Got my bullets got my gun I got my rifle

Supervisor stares me down

But he’ll be begging when I come around

All the coworkers that I hate

They’re gonna suffer the same damned fate

Everyone thinks that i’m the quiet guy

Boy are they in for a big surprise

And if we all go down in a hail of lead

Well, this job sucks we’re better off dead