Prodigal

Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray But all the hip kids sent You running away You got egg on your face But the faithful keep washing your feet

Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid For the things that come easy day after day Week after week

I am the champion of wine You're the bread on my tongue I am the last one in line The prodigal

I am the champion of wine You're the bread on my tongue I am the last one in line The prodigal son

Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray But Lord, I've been so busy and you kept me away I got egg on my face So I hide away where no one can see

Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid For the things that come easy day after day Week after week

I am the champion of wine You're the bread on my tongue I am the last one in line The prodigal son

I am the champion of wine You're the bread on my tongue I am the last one in line The prodigal

Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray But all the hip kids sent You running away You got egg on your face But the faithful keep washing your feet

Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid For the things that come easy day after day Week after week