Parcel Post

My father was a priest, my mother was a nun
They divorce God and had a hell of a son

Turn the light out, if you ever come back home

My girl is a journey man, she works and moves a long
And nobody knows how she got that strong

Turn the light out, if you ever come back home

Speak with other people that I miss the most,
They check it in the mail, it's in the parcel post

Turn the light out, if you ever come back home

Your mother went crazy on the 4th of july
And you wouldn't known if you would look it arrive

Turn the light out, if you ever come back home

She blue kisses from the billboard over look roof fifteen
She made the mean men pleasant, the friendly were the min

Turn the light out, if you ever come back home

Speak with other people that I miss the most,
They check it in the mail, it's in the parcel post

Turn the light out, if you ever come back home

I buried all your letters in a can versace
Because I've never been in prison, and I don't wanna go back

Turn the light out, if you ever come back home

There's nothing in my pocket that jingles of fauls
Just a picture of you, and all is this getting old

Turn the light out, if you ever come back home

Speak with other people that I miss the most,
They check it in the mail, it's in the parcel post

Turn the light out if you ever come back home
Come back home, come back home
Turn the light out if you ever come back home