Post Office Lament Lyrics - 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 

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 

Got my bullets, got my gun, I got my rifle 

Got my bullets, got my gun, I got my rifle 

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 

[Incomprehensible] 

Got my bullets, got my gun, I got my rifle 

Got my bullets, got my gun, I got my rifle 

Got my bullets, got my gun, I got my rifle 

Got my bullets, got my gun, I got my rifle 

[Incomprehensible] 

You're dead