Fake Tales of San Francisco
With our backs to the wall, the darkness will fall
When I turn to my favourite hideaway
Wait, oh yes wait a minute, mister postman
Forget your problems
Up rolls a riot van
You could be my unintended
All that you desired, when you were a child
Boy, you're killing me
Celebrate the passing drugs

какая-то очень апокалиптичная и наркоманская ода почтальону в Сан-Франциско