Prodigal Son

So, your dreams fell by the way.
Along with any sense you had.
So what the hell you gonna say?
And what you gonna do?
When you're down.
I can't believe,
You think it only takes,
Five precious minutes of,
Your time,
You waste the day,
And chase your friends away,
You should've listened,
When I tried to say,
Oh yeah, I am the prodigal son.
I am the boy that you shun.
And I'm coming home.
I wanna feed you a line,
I'd love to show you what is mine.
I'd love to shove it down your throat,
Every sound, every word, every note.
Oh yeah, I am the prodigal son.
I am the boy that you shun.
And I'm coming home again,
Yes I am the prodigal son.
You'll hate what I have become,
And I'm coming home,
A nervous disposition won't take you anywhere.
So when your nervous disposition kicks in I'm outta here.
You've burned your bridges before,
You even took a peek around your bedroom door,
You'll live to regret your nerves.
You're moving on to better things,
Grasses green and pastures new.
But you went ahead and severed your wings,
And so you never flew.
I can't believe,
You wouldn't let me just five precious hours of,
Your day.
To finish what began,
Your master plan.
You should've listened,
When I tried to say,
Oh yeah, I am the prodigal son.
I am the boy that you shun.
And I'm coming home again,
Yes, I am the prodigal son.
You'll hate what I've become,
And I'm coming home again.