The Prodigal Son

Verse 1

I'm kinda young, but I got my inheritance
Head out for the world cause I want to be observin' it
Money in my pocket and it seems to be burnin' it
Fifty-five G's twenty dollars and thirty cents.

I get to a town, and I'm acting like a terrorist
I do as I please see my attitude is murderous
Punched a dude in the mouth so I could give his girl a kiss
And waste myself on booze and drown in my own blurriness.

Money rushes out of my pocket in a hurry it's
The girls, the guns, yes I'm spinnin like whirligigs
Write my own life story, like a free lance journalist
Sound familiar? Unfurl it. You probably already heard of it.

I'm prodigal, it's probable I won't last long
With my past gone, my cash won't - hold me til my last dawn
I blast on, town to town on unfailing trails
Shootin' guns, blowin dough, you'd think I'd be found in jail.

But now the tale, if they allow the bale
To be paid in advance, they don't nail you down (That's bribery!)
I know I'm livin' foolish, and I know it aint that cool, it's
Tearin' me up inside and I just ran out of bullets.


Chorus 1

I'm the prodigal son, I'm havin some fun
I got me some guns, in fact, two for the price of one
I think it's all funny, I'm blowin all my money
But if I ever go back, my father will shun me.


Verse 2

What happened? Seems there's been a bad famine
Had to sell my guns, even though they were my passion
No blastin' - now I call myself 'The Has-Been'
Convert to dashin' - cause people know just where their cash went.

But now the cash is gone. All the money in the world wouldn't last me long.
I gotta lay low, cause one slash I'm gone
I can't survive without my dad and home
I'd travel international, but I can't decide which path to go.

Why am I wasting time? I need a place to hide
Gotta pay the price, gotta wipe away my pride
Gotta stay alive, I cannot face the mob
Found a payin' job, just food, but hey, it's life.

It's obvious that I no longer squeeze the trigs,
But now I spend all my time feedin' pigs
Every day I gotta deal with these squealin' things,
Yo, you wouldn't believe all the grief it brings.

I long to move along - with the eastern wind,
But I will stay if they continue to feed this kid.
My life was set up for an easy win
Now you and I can see what - 'doing as I pleases' did.

But even this job is gettin' crude to me
Cause now only pigs are gettin' food to eat
I can't believe I'm livin' so foolishly
But I guess that's the way that I choose to be.


Chorus 2

I'm the prodigal son, the prodigal one
I don't got my guns, I aint havin' fun
I don't think it's funny that my father will shun me
I want to go back, but he probably doesn't want me.


Verse 3

Gotta go - guess I'm feelin' kinda low
I don't know - I'm tired of feedin' hogs and sows
In soggy clothes - I aint even got a home!
Survivin' any longer seems impossible.

It's illogical - got no money in my pocketbook
My life is crashin' down, and I'm getting rocked and shook
And I know - that this is not my father's fault
I headed for the highway, boy, like I'm in a comic book.

Now my thoughts turn to my father's servants
Even they get food when they don't deserve it
Should I go back? Ah, man, I get all nervous
Been rejected from a kingdom, now I can't inherit.

Maybe if I get on my knees and plead with fervence
Like, "I apologize dad, please let me be in your service!"
And even if he decides to throw me in the furnace
I might get a last meal, mmm! like french fries and burgers!


Chorus 3

I'm the prodigal son, my life is now done
I lost everything, now I'm back to square one.
I'm done all my gunning, I'm done all my running
I've come back to my father, now he don't have to hunt me.


Verse 4

I aint comin back for wealth or throne, or "Welcome home"
I want some food before my belt implodes
I imagine the sound of pelting stones, the welts alone
Are enough for me to lose my selfish tone.

Father please forgive me cause you know I am a sinner
I took all that you gave me and went out on a bender
Now behold your son, I cannot get any thinner
I'll gladly work for food, I don't want legal tender.

What?!! I'm not gonna get what I asked?
But I'll get a fine robe and you'll kill the fatted calf?
But dad! Do you forget how I wasted my half?
Relax?? How? I thought I'd soon meet with an ax.

A bash! Everyone is dancing and glad!
In fact, I've even been forgiven of my past!
Now I'm lifted up on shoulders, just like heroic soldiers
People are singing my name, because I've crossed back over.

Our Father's calling us all - to come fall at the cross
He wants us all back because we're bought at a cost
So have faith and believe - that we will be received
No matter what we mighta done, repent and all will be peace!


Chorus 4

I'm the prodigal son, the happiest one
I've come back to God, and it's all that I want
The sky is now sunny, I've got food in my tummy
I was wrong to think that our Father didn't love me.