Mom n' Pop (Militia)

Hello Mother sorry I haven't called Quietly preparing myself for The Fall When the trees die again and the birds all pack Maybe they'll all wise up and they won't come back And the hypnotized man on the Enemy Screen Convincing everyone it's a day for the beach Heaven's man! You look like hell Mom I won't blame you when you turn on yourself Big girls cry Big girls cry Big girls cry Big girls cry Hello Father sorry I don't write but I know yr well aware what my schedule's like When I want to leave you never want to fly And my back's been grooving in the mortar line The Enemy Green's got me nickled and dimed And we're all like me but nobody is mine Heaven's Dad! You won't let me be right So I stay in the shadows where I can see the light