With the Transit Coat On

Hey Mr. Postman, quit bringing me letters
There's far more than I can use, they're tumbling out of my closet
Rolling from under my bed when I'm running through ladders
Just saw a black cat across my path, its scratch is deep, irritating

I've had a run-in with the world because I wasn't paying attention
I relax better with a drug, worry is better left alone
And all I want to do is sleep, but the ceiling won't let me
One day I'll sing "Hurrah, hurrah," one day I'll sing "Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah"
No clue what I'll do after that

You can steal all the thunder, I'll hand over the lightning
Just leave a little howling wind, but you're not taking the rain
It's a sound I find soothing, what do you say about that?
It turns gray into total darkness and it brings out the rats

I've had a run-in with the world because I wasn't paying attention
I've shot better with a sword, a bite left better as a bark
And all I want to do is bleed, but the tourniquet won't let me
One day I'll sing "Hurrah, hurrah," one day I'll sing "Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah"
No clue what I'll do after that

Hoorah
Hoorah
Hey hey hey hey!