Don't believe much in psychics
But I saw this coming for some time
Bombarded with "I told you so's"
Spent my very last dime
Depended on kindness of strangers
Quick to fall for their lies
Almost got killed even still
Love the taste of danger
There's lessons to learn
Must heal all of the burn
From being on my own
Prodigal son come home.
I feel no shame
I feel no pain
Have no regrets
My mistakes are what I wanted
Prodigal son come home
Prodigal son come home
Prodigal son come home
Prodigal son come home
There's lesson's to learn
Must heal all of the burn
From being on my own
Prodigal son come home
I feel no pain
I feel no shame
Have no regrets my mistakes are what I wanted
Prodigal son come home
Prodigal son come home
Prodigal son come home
Prodigal son come home
Lyrics by - Kenneth Sparks
credits
from Highly Toxic,
released March 1, 2019
Written by Stevan Koye and Kenneth Sparks.
Formed in the fires of Hell's litterbox, crafted with unholy catnip, and produced by no one, these boys are here to bring Rock and Roll BACK FROM THE DEAD.