Lyrics Parcel Post - Brendan Hines

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