TWO GALLANTS


The Prodigal Son Lyrics

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 ill 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

Correct these lyrics

Watch Two Gallants The Prodigal Son video
Hottest Lyrics with Videos
0c1bf8942f7f189abb1aa35f22bccd4f

check amazon for The Prodigal Son mp3 download
these lyrics are submitted by kaan

Songwriter(s): Tyson Hyde Dillingham Vogel, Adam Stephens
Publisher(s): Two Gallants Music, Songs Of Smp
Record Label(s): 2006 Saddle Creek
Official lyrics by

Rate The Prodigal Son by Two Gallants (current rating: N/A)
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
Meaning to "The Prodigal Son" song lyrics no entries yet
required
capthca required

Characters count
: min. 50 characters