I signed autographs in the visitation room, waiting for you the last time, inmate 502. Stay home. You still got it in your government green suit. I look down and out in my fine Italian shoes. We're tight as a Bible with the pages stipped like glue. Yeah, you did some time, well, I did some time too. Ow! Ow! Ow! 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 that pray about reform. You swore you had paid your dues, now put a payday into your uniform. We're all born innocent, but some good suits get screwed. Well, hell, where can you run when the outlaw's inside you? 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, 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, daddy's home, daddy's home, daddy's home, daddy's home, daddy's home. Music. Daddy's home.