The Prodigal Son Lyrics
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The Prodigal Son Lyricsby Two Gallants Buy album CD: What The Toll Tells Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears I'm well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind I'll at ease They'll grow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me
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