Sunday MorningI was driving to the city center of townWhere the people were calling for the parcel that is coming to meThey said Jill, Jonah's daughterThe women had tried to stone herThe men had tried to own herGet out, yeah get out and be goneWell I stood there watching as the citizens called forA tub of hot tar and some feathers and allThe sheriff, although I was as nervous as a sheriff can beHe was talking to the people now a massive outrageBut they didn't seem to hear him as he ran it and ravedThey only saw the jail and a woman that was evil to meThey said Jill, Jonah's daughterThe women had tried to stone herThe men had tried to own herGet out, yeah get out and be goneYeah, yeah, tell JameelThe people all began to shoutThe parcel is not responsible, don't you hold himYeah, yeah, tell JameelThe people all began to shoutThe parcel is not responsible, don't you hold himYeah, yeah, tell JameelThe people all began to shoutThe parcel is not responsible, don't you hold himJameel!Jameel!Jameel!Jameel!Jameel!Jameel!Jameel!Jameel!Jameel!What jealousy can do is an evil to the body and the soleSo to children and daughtersThe women had tried to stone herThe men had tried to warn herGet up!Get up!and be goneGet up!Get up!Get up!and be goneGet up!Get up!and be gone