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
verse 2
Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray
But Lord, I've been so busy and it 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
Ending
Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray (I am the champion of wine)
But all the hip kids sent You running away (You're the bread on my tongue)
You got egg on your face (I am the last one in line)
But the faithful keep washing your feet (The prodigal son)
Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say (I am the champion of wine)
Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid (You're the bread on my tongue)
For the things that come easy day after day, week after week (I am the last one in line, the prodigal)