Mama, now I'm coming home, I'm not all you wished of me. A mother's love for her son Spoken, help me be. I took your love for granted, Not a thing you said to me. I needed your arms to welcome me, But, a cold stone's all I see.
— Metallica
Mama, now I'm coming home, I'm not all you wished of me. A mother's love for her son Spoken, help me be. I took your love for granted, Not a thing you said to me. I needed your arms to welcome me, But, a cold stone's all I see.
— Metallica