Lletres: DrManhattan. Jam Dreams. Mailman.

Mailman, what do you got?

Joy.
Oh, sweet joys.
I made some friends of friendly girls and boys.
Amongst all the noise.
We fit like two necks
In a ballbasket piece
Dude, our necks were on fire.
The burn smelled like jim-jam.
After reading a book in one sitting,
I took some CMT
And couldn't find my contacts for a week.
And they asked us,
"Que tu quieres? Cachuates?".
No, no. I'm not hungry.
"Well, then the smallest sip will do."

Mailman, what do you got, mail?
It's an invite to a long night
After a long night and I'm there.
Mailman, what do you got, mail?
It's an invite to a jam dream
Oh, I don't ever wanna wake up

Two lovers embrace.
They earned a smashed face
From a couch in a house.
He finger-felt her blouse.
Naked in the crowds,
We ducked out into a pantry
Where a party of potatoes
And salted chips broke out.
And we do it 'cause it's stupid.
Yeah; we do it.
No, no. I'm not hungry.
We just do it 'cause it's dumb.

Mailman, what do you got, mail?
It's an invite to a midnight hike and a log cross.
Mailman, what do you got, mail?
It's an invite to a jam dream
Oh, I don't ever wanna wake up

Mailman, what do you got?
Mailman, what do you got?

Mailman, what do you got?

Mailman, what do you got?
Mailman, what do you got?

Mailman, what do you got, mail?
It's an invite to a long night
After a long night and I'm there.
Mailman, what do you got, mail?
It's an invite to a jam dream
Oh, I don't ever wanna wake up

Mailman, what do you got, mail?
It's an invite to a midnight hike and a log cross.
Mailman, what do you got, mail?
It's an invite to a jam dream
Oh, I don't ever wanna wake up