Sunday Morning
I was driving to the city center of town
Where the people were calling for the parcel that is coming to me
They said Jill, Jonah's daughter
The women had tried to stone her
The men had tried to own her
Get out, yeah get out and be gone
Well I stood there watching as the citizens called for
A tub of hot tar and some feathers and all
The sheriff, although I was as nervous as a sheriff can be
He was talking to the people now a massive outrage
But they didn't seem to hear him as he ran it and raved
They only saw the jail and a woman that was evil to me
They said Jill, Jonah's daughter
The women had tried to stone her
The men had tried to own her
Get out, yeah get out and be gone
Yeah, yeah, tell Jameel
The people all began to shout
The parcel is not responsible, don't you hold him
Yeah, yeah, tell Jameel
The people all began to shout
The parcel is not responsible, don't you hold him
Yeah, yeah, tell Jameel
The people all began to shout
The parcel is not responsible, don't you hold him
Jameel!
Jameel!
Jameel!
Jameel!
Jameel!
Jameel!
Jameel!
Jameel!
Jameel!
What jealousy can do is an evil to the body and the sole
So to children and daughters
The women had tried to stone her
The men had tried to warn her
Get up!
Get up!
and be gone
Get up!
Get up!
Get up!
and be gone
Get up!
Get up!
and be gone