John Raymond Pollard: Lyrics & Listen
Special Delivery (Postal)
(John Raymond Pollard)
December 31, 2007
John R. Pollard
You know I’m goina’ go postal.
I’m goina' get me a gun.
I’ve had too much harassment and stamps.
I’m goina’ blow off someone.
It’s the same every morning:
they make me dress in blue-gray.
They keep changing the price of the stamps
and expect I’ll make change.
No way you are goina’ get away.
First class demands a weighty price be paid.
Maybe you should run and pray,
Because wind and rain, sleet and hail won’t stop me, won’t stop me!
I’ll start out with my co-workers –
Lazy and deranged.
After years of these menial tasks
We got atrophied brains.
I’ll take a trip to your zip code.
I got my lick on your stamp.
Melted cow bones and mint
Make a taste that gives my tongue a cramp.
No way you are goina’ get away.
First class demands a weighty price be paid.
Maybe you’d should run and pray,
Because wind and rain, sleet and hail won’t stop me, won’t stop me!
You know I’m goina’ go postal.
I’m goina’ do it today.
I got a special delivery
For you; I’m not far away.
I guess they’ll say I went postal
The day they lay me away
In that box without numbers
Down under on my funeral day.