Youngblood Lyrics

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I am the youngblood
I am my mother's son
I am the youngblood
I am my mother's son
I have my father's eyes
And an addictive appetite
I have rode the pale horse
Into a town of whores and thieves
I married a drug who constantly cheats
Oh, the change in the blood
Oh, the change in the blood
Oh, the change in my brother, my blood
Oh, the change
You always told me to pray to God
But he is not listening to you
He has been talking to me
And he wanted me to tell you
Things will never be the way you want them to be
And I am not sorry
And neither is he
I am the youngblood
I am my family's trade
A f..cking mistake
Oh brother, tell me of the man that you’ll become
Oh brother, tell me what it's like to be the perfect son
Oh brother, tell me how you live with yourself making our mother cry
Oh brother, tell me how you live with yourself letting your brother die
Oh, the change in my blood
Oh, the change in the blood
Oh, the change in the blood
Oh, the change in my brother, my blood
Oh, the change
I am the youngblood
I am my mother's son
I am the Youngblood
I am my mother's son