Happy winter solstice throw my body in a numbered coffin
Dad disappears from 6 to 6
Call me when it isn't dark out at 5 o'clock and
This christmas makes me sick
I hope the light turns red so i can look at you longer, i hate the way your hair looks
Girl in the green dress with the striped socks and good skin, your dermatologist hates you
Taking second hand smoke breaks with your dad, I fell asleep to your voicemail
Set the car blinker at 90BPM we can get drunk on the front lawn
Space people read our mail
Space people think that TV news programs are comedies, and that soap operas are news
The space people will contact us when they can make money by doing so
The space people think that factories are musical instruments
They sing along with them
Each song lasts from 8am to 5pm
No music on weekends
Parking Lots - Happy Winter Solstice (Rosemont Version) Lyrics
Parking Lots - Happy Winter Solstice (Rosemont Version) Lyrics
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Happy winter solstice throw my body in a numbered coffin
Dad disappears from 6 to 6
Call me when it isn't dark out at 5 o'clock and
This christmas makes me sick
I hope the light turns red so i can look at you longer, i hate the way your hair looks
Girl in the green dress with the striped socks and good skin, your dermatologist hates you
Taking second hand smoke breaks with your dad, I fell asleep to your voicemail
Set the car blinker at 90BPM we can get drunk on the front lawn
Space people read our mail
Space people think that TV news programs are comedies, and that soap operas are news
The space people will contact us when they can make money by doing so
The space people think that factories are musical instruments
They sing along with them
Each song lasts from 8am to 5pm
No music on weekends
Dad disappears from 6 to 6
Call me when it isn't dark out at 5 o'clock and
This christmas makes me sick
I hope the light turns red so i can look at you longer, i hate the way your hair looks
Girl in the green dress with the striped socks and good skin, your dermatologist hates you
Taking second hand smoke breaks with your dad, I fell asleep to your voicemail
Set the car blinker at 90BPM we can get drunk on the front lawn
Space people read our mail
Space people think that TV news programs are comedies, and that soap operas are news
The space people will contact us when they can make money by doing so
The space people think that factories are musical instruments
They sing along with them
Each song lasts from 8am to 5pm
No music on weekends
Writer: Bradley Schutter, Cedric Steed, Nick Rozegnal, Zachary Ballard
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Parking Lots
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Bradley Schutter, Cedric Steed, Nick Rozegnal, Zachary Ballard