Mailbox Songtext
von Hallo Venray

She yells through my mailbox and bangs at my door
She always wants money and she always wants more
She screams her name that isn′t mine
Waits a moment, does another time


I make her some coffee and we smoke a cigarette
She always says my coffee is the best
The people in the street they call me by her name
I think that's funny so I don′t complain

I'm in the city, lots of people live there
And what my name is they don't care
She talks about her husband and the police
She tells me she was beautiful, now stained with grease

With grease, grease
Stained with grease
Stained with grease