The Prodigal Son letra

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.
My crime is discomfort and a mind ill at ease; old crow on my shoulder, genetic disease.
My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake, but grieve me not brothers, i's mother's mistake.
And all the grand expectations of an epoch of wealth leaves me long to crawl back to the womb.
Well i've tasted your grace placed it back on the shelf.
Drag your pedigree lives 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'll 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.

Two Gallants - Letras

• 16th St. Dozens
• Age Of Assassins
• All Your Faithless Loyalties
• Crow Jane
• Damnatio Memoriae
• Dappens
• Despite What You've Been Told
• Don't Want No Woman Who Stays Out All Night Long
• Drive My Car
• Dyin' Crapshooter Blues
• Fail Hard To Regain
• Fly Low Carrion Crow
• Git Proud
• I'm Her Man (Sweet Baby Jesus)
• Jesus Waxen Old
• Lady
• Las Cruces Jail
• Linger On
• Long Summer Day
• Mother's Blues
• My Baby's Gone
• My Love Won’t Wait
• My Madonna
• Nothing To You
• Reflections Of The Marionette
• Ribbons 'Round My Tongue
• Seems Like Home To Me
• Some Slender Rest
• Steady Rollin'
• The Deader
• The Hand That Held Me Down
• The Prodigal Son
• The Throes
• The Trembling Of The Rose
• Threnody
• Train That Stole My Man
• Trembling Of The Rose
• Two Days Short Tomorrow
• Up The Country
• Waves Of Grain
• Way Out In West Texas
• Worried Now
• You Losin' Out