U.S. Mother Fucking P.S. Lyrics

Woke up this morning, hungover as shit

Understaffed again, I might just lose it

Budget cuts have hit, I'm drowning in loads

Routes doubled up, and my patience erodes

Get a good government job they all said

But what should I do when USPS is dead

Every smile's fake, every step's a chore

I'm tired of being a mail carrying whore

I think I'm going postal, losing my mind

Got a stack of letters, it's the daily grind

I think I'm going postal and I'm ready to fight

Might snap on the job if things don't go right

I think I'm going postal, I swear I could scream

I'm delivering madness, on a balance beam

They say it's 'bout budget, but they've bled us thin

Now the mail stacks up, and no one wins

You want your package, but here's the deal

We're underpaid, overworked, and that shit's real

With zero working trucks and no help in sight

I guess we're expected to grind day and night

I'm walking these streets, head full of fire

Fuck you for all the deliveries you require

I think I'm going postal, so angry, I'm blind

Got a rack of rounds, leaving sanity behind

I think I'm going postal, watch your back tonight

Snapped on the job, I'm not alright

I think I'm going postal, unravel my scheme

I'm delivering badness, caught up in a bad dream

Congress says we're useless, funding's all dried

Now we're all dead and broken inside

They laugh at us while the system shuts down

But I'm still delivering in this dead-end town

You wonder where your postage went wrong

Well, try walking my miles, it's been far too long

I need the cash, but what the fuck

Why am I working like a dog you schmuck

I think I'm going postal, it's time to unwind

Got a sack of weapons, and your letter is declined

I think I'm going postal, this sack's real tight

Might just bust a cap on everyone in sight

I think I'm postal, but I'm not a fucking meem

I'm delivering sadness and hot led to your bloodstream

As the mailbox fills, my patience slowly spills

One more of these bills and I'll add you to my kills

Signed, sealed, and doomed, I'm out of control

Your letter carrier has gone fully postal

I've gone postal, I'm no longer in a bind

Got a bunch of trophies at home enshrined

I've gone postal, yeah mother fucker that's right

I'm raining death, I'm a god damn blight

I've gone postal, took it to the extreme

I've delivered with gladness and met my per diem

I've gone fully postal, and I'm having a ball

Mail's in the bag, and it's hanging on the wall

I've gone fully postal, USPS rocks

Got a special delivery, a pipe bomb in your box

Click

Click

Boom mother fucker

Ka-boom