Two For One

I'm the Prodigal Son
Of the Devil's run
With smoke filling up my lungs

And before you know it
The signs won't show it
I'll be hacking up your son

Cause the way, on down
With a crooked crown
Is paved with pure inhibitions

So I'll bite my nails
Then cover my trails
Cause that's what goes with tradition

I'm the fire that never got started
The thought that's lost in your head
Here's to the dearly departed
Wishing the rest of you were dead

I'm the Prodigal Son
Of the Devil's run
And this is how I have fun

When I beat myself
I use a belt
Just to choke out the only one

Who has the sense
Though he's quite dense
This rabble-rouser is deserving

For the games he's played
And the ways he's strayed
It's his fault for not observing

He's the fire that burns in your eyes
The wheels that took your children
Here is to them and their lies
He is your only burden.