Plain Brown Wrapper

He pulls it from his sack

and turns into the drive.

He peaks into the mail

to see what is inside.

 

He blinks. He shrinks. In secret winks.

We know where he has slept.

The postman drops it into your box.

He's fumbled our respect.

He's fumbled our respect.

 

What comes in the plain brown wrapper

that arrives at the house next door?

What comes in that wicked brown wrapper?

It must be sin for sure.

What comes in the plain brown wrapper?

It must be so depraved.

We've got to stop it.

Make it proper;

so, we can all be saved.

 

The postman leaves your door,

but one thing is clear cut:

He won't be bringing us

Some tainted shameless smut.

 

We're lean. We're mean. We are supreme.

We're better than the rest.

And when God tells us, we'll throw the rocks.

to make you know what's best.

To make you know what's best.

 

What comes in the plain brown wrapper

that arrives at the house next door?

What comes in that wicked brown wrapper?

It must be sin for sure.

What comes in the plain brown wrapper?

It must be so depraved.

We've got to stop it.

Make it proper;

so, we can all be saved.

 

 

The postman rings our bell.

What's this we cannot tell?

The postman rings our bell.

He hands the package in.

It's research, not for me.

He slyly gives a wink.

We don't want folks to think.

He slyly gives a wink.

 

We don't believe in sex.

To touch is smut. It's sin.

You best salute the flag

or we will do you in.

 

We'll fight the blight. We know what's right.

We are the master race.

Your bleeding heart is in your mouth.

Your whispers are unsafe.

Your whispers are unsafe.

 

What comes in the plain brown wrapper

that arrives at the house next door?

What comes in that wicked brown wrapper?

It must be sin for sure.

What comes in the plain brown wrapper?

It must be so depraved.

We've got to stop it.

Make it proper;

so, we can all be saved.