Parcel Post - Brendan Hines

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