• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Postal - Piano Magic
• Postal - The Eyeliners
• Postal - Eyeliners
• Postal - Pedro Mariano
• Postal - Louis Logic

I was a postal worker from May until July I left because of allergies - the letters made me cry 8am on Fridays, 6am the rest Postal for the two months Coastal for the rest I kept the last day's letters

Look out I'm gonna
tell a story about
What all went
down that night
I'm afraid to say
he lost his mind
Might have been
something I
couldn't fight
All I know is that I
tried, and I tried to
make it alright
But he's gone postal
You better run for
your life
If there's a way to
turn the story around
You can bet that he
will try
Right now nothing's
going right
Won't stop at nothing
until he's right
Better reach a
negotiation line
You are running
out of time
Duck down and
take a look around
Say it slowly, say
it's alright
Back down or it could
take all night
Might have been something
I couldn't fight
All I know is that I tried,
and I tried to make it alright

Look out I'm gonna
tell a story about
What all went
down that night
I'm afraid to say
he lost his mind
Might have been
something I
couldn't fight
All I know is that I
tried, and I tried to
make it alright
But he's gone postal
You better run for
your life
If there's a way to
turn the story around
You can bet that he
will try
Right now nothing's
going right
Won't stop at nothing
until he's right
Better reach a
negotiation line
You are running
out of time
Duck down and
take a look around
Say it slowly, say
it's alright
Back down or it could
take all night
Might have been something
I couldn't fight
All I know is that I tried,

Alguém que está ausente
É você, teimosa, ausente
O meu desabafar está
Em viver, meu Deus porque
Que te amar, é ser sincero,
Então morrer de paixão sem fim
Bom te amar? É sim,
Volta pra mim
Do cais acenava, mensagem
De a sede matar, mensagem
De amor que terminou
Num beijo, bye, bye que tanto amei
Deve haver alguém, um bem
Feliz de amar, adeus quem tanto amei,
Como alguém, que
Ausenta num postal

I'm punchin' a clock, carryin' my lunch in a box
So don't ever assume that my life is something it's not
Shit, I got a 9 to 5, dispite the fact that I'm as live
As any jerk-off cat that's signed to Jive
My boss is trying to drop me out my tree house
For at least three hours a day, he's chewin' me out
For two to three thou. a month, they don't pay me enough
To spend my work day, taking this stuff this jerk say
I ain't workin' over time
I'm tryin' to hear my name on MTV news up, in Kurt Loader's lines
So I work over rhymes, and I'm behind in my paper work
I'm late for work, cause I spend my nights chasin' skirts
My measly checque don't make it worth the stress
That hurts my chest, not to mention I'm emmersed in debt
To the top of a turtle neck, pissin' an moanin'
But why should anyone listen to me, when I don't listen to no one
Consider this as an omen, I could go beserk
At any moment, like a mail man fed up with postal work
I went from happy to nasty like a Bi-Polar jerk
To shoot em down the lounge with the fine foldgers perks
Punch in, Punch out, Lunch in, Lunch out
I've been lookin for a building with nice window to jump out
Feelin' self destructive? Sick of the daily grime?
Lately I feel disruptive, and I think it's mailman time
*beat changes*
Day in, day out, It seems like there's no way out
I pulled the twelve gauge out and shot off twenty-eight rounds
And watch the pellets spread out, killin my associates
My boss is gonna get it now, and find out what Postal is
"Good morning Mr. Schwartz" "Good morning Louis
You've been late three times this month already, I believe this is the fourth"