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Prodigal Son

from Destroy by One Eight Seven

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I aint got no money to spend, I got nothing to give
Friends are few and far between, they’ve all but disappeared
Nobody calling looking for me
Nobody knows I'm gone
River's run dry, I may as well have died
I shoulda known it all along

[chorus]
I aint got no money, I aint got no friends
I aint got no money, got no friends
I'm a prodigal son with nowhere to run, I'm an outcast 'til the end
I aint got no money, got no friends

They're all just ticks and leaches, sucking on yer strands of life
Hands in yer pockets, feeding their habits, 'til you feel the edge of the knife
Blood sucking vampires
Feeding 'til there's nothing left
No remorse, no regrets
Like a hunter when he kills his prey

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from Destroy, released August 3, 2015

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One Eight Seven Cape Town, South Africa

Fuelled by the need for change and a yearning for something to mean something, One Eight Seven was born from the ashes of a once thriving Cape Town punk scene.

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