Stephen Stanley
Stephen Stanley
Stephen Stanley
Stephen Stanley
Stephen Stanley
Stephen Stanley
Stephen Stanley
Tommee Profitt & Stephen Stanley
Stephen Stanley
Stephen Stanley & Darren King
Stephen Stanley
Stephen Stanley
Stephen Stanley
Stephen Stanley
I was a rebel son
A gasoline heart with a match on my thumb
Darkness scratching at my feet
Whispering in my ear everything that I need
There were some years that god devoured by locusts
There were some days that it looked a little worse than hopeless
Everything the devil thought he had
Oh, right now, I'm taking it back
I'm taking it back
My demons got me running out of patience
They think they got me with some faulty allegations
But guess who's got the last laugh
Oh, my my, I'm taking it back
I'm taking it back