Genre:

Minimalist Punk

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Instruments Used:

Electric Guitar (Rhythm and Lead)

Bass Guitar (Two)

Vocals

Sample of Donald Trump

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Lyrics:

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[Electric guitar fingerpicks the intro]

 

1, 2, 3, 4.

 

[Two bass guitars join the mix]

 

I’m fucking done.

I’m fucking done with not taking a stand and saying something

With what I create, with what I do; I’m done being silent.

It’s time to speak out.

 

[The electric guitar and two bass guitars become louder with a more punk/grunge sound. A lead guitar joins here as well]

 

Hey Hey Mr. Postman, you deliver all my mail

And yet I care not for your visage or your little plodding steps

Because you got one hand to the government and one hand up to God.

Come on my friend!

Let one hand loose!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

 

Hey Hey Mr. Postman, you listen to those talkin’ heads, yes you do.

Face pressed to the television screen, part of a perceived silent majority.

Fuck that!

(Really fuck that…)

 

Who are you? What do you believe in, Mr. Postman?

Who are you? What do you believe in, Mr. Postman?

Who are you? What do you believe in, Mr. Postman?

 

[Key change up a 4th with the same intervals between chord changes]

 

Oh Mr. Postman…

 

[The tempo of the song slows down]

 

Alright, it’s time to speak the truth.

It’s time to really say something

And I will repeat it, so join me in song if you feel so inclined.

 

[Each repetition adds more voices and intensity to the following chorus]

 

Hey there Mr. Policeman, you keep on killin’ people in the street now.

Monopoly on violence, hand of the tyrants; get off of our streets now.

Hey Mr. Policeman, you keep on killin’ people in the street now.

Monopoly on violence, hand of the tyrants; get off of our streets now.

Hey Mr. Policeman, you keep on killin’ people in the street now.

Monopoly on violence, hand of the tyrants; get off of our streets now!

 

Get the fuck off of them! Get the fuck off of them!

Get the fuck off, man!

 

[The electric guitar becomes even more grungy as it starts to play a much simpler chord progression and auto-pans around the ears]

 

And who fucking backed him up?! Who backed up the policeman?

It was the GODDAMN POSTMAN! So FUCK HIM!

 

[The lead guitar begins to solo displaying the chaos present in the subject matter]

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[The guitars become calmer as the lead guitar drops out]

 

“We are not going to apologize for America. No more apologies…” (Sample of Donald Trump)

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Fuck that sir. Fuck that and your whole goddamn institution.

 

[Reversed sample of Donald Trump]

 

Yeah fuck you…

 

[The electric guitar reverses into the outro]