Daddy's Home

I signed autographs in the visitation room
Waiting for you the last time, inmate 502

Daddy's home

You still got it in your government green suit
And I look down and out in my fine Italian shoes
And we're tight as a Bible with the pages stuck like glue
Yeah, you did some time, well, I did some time, too

Daddy's home

Aw
Aw
Aw

Daddy's home, daddy's home, daddy's home
Daddy's home, daddy's home, daddy's home
Daddy's home

We're all good puritans, they'll pray about reform
You swore you had paid your dues, then put a PayDay into your uniform
We're all born innocent, but some good saints get screwed
Oh hell, where can you run when the outlaw's inside you?

Aw

Daddy's home
Daddy's home

Daddy's home, daddy's home, daddy's home
Daddy's home, daddy's home, daddy's home
Daddy's home

Aw

Daddy's home, daddy's home, daddy's home
Daddy's home, daddy's home, daddy's home
Daddy's home

Daddy's home