prodigal son

(p.s. i want the bad grammer, and words that arent right)
(hehe i wrote it in 6/6 timing!)

we'd playin with hand granades

at the submarines races

you were so busy in the parade

you didnt see, we left the oasis

you once drank wanter

and now, you switched to wine

i just hope it wont rott her

but just give, it time


write home when you find work

you cant get every where with that, religious smirk

but when the sun, doesnt give, you leaves

dont forget that you still got your home


im not still in the well, that i had once fallen into

that old thing has run past dry

but just cause thats gone, donesnt mean have you

im not an organ lacking guy

so...

write home when you find work

you cant get every where with that, religious smirk

but when the sun, doesnt give, you leaves

dont forget that you still got your home


unlike the sun, but like the moon

thoughts of you always linger over head

percentages fall, so with us, dont assume

we're on the last ravled thread



come right home, when you dont find work

mybe that smirk'll come sincier

remember, even when, the son leaves

he still got his home