Prodigal Son Songtext
von Southern Whiskey Rebellion

Backstabber the culture of doom locales flee and stray
Understand this point of view and go away
I′ve come as a messenger speaking the truth
To a place that sickened me through my youth
You think you know me? I'll bet you do but that person′s dead to me, new life new rules
The white cast out and shunned because of who I am
A disappointment looked upon not giving a damn
I've lost some close to me when I went away
But they expect this prodigal son to be