The Killigans - Prodigal Son Lyrics
Staring at a cross of splintered woodMy sins washed away through Christ’s own bloodAll my blessings gone, though my mind it wanders onGoing home in my memory….Between the years and the milesI am broken and downBless me father, where do I beginOn my hands and my knees,I go crawling back home,To find absolution withinEighteen years old, but not yet a manWith misplaced ideologiesRecognizing only God as my equalLeft home and disgraced my familyWith a dream in my head and a restless soulSensing I would soon be freeI took to heart my granddads fablesThey made up the core of my identityFor eight long years I tramped through the falloutOf nuclear societyThe underclassForgotten mass in a nation of revelryFare thee well, my old dear friendThe road goes ever on, but I am going homeBack to where it all beganIn a filthy rundown tenementI set out to spread God’s nameI thought the word would start the fireAnd my voice would fan the flameBut I soon learned that in this hopelessnessA great many things went unsaidMy first lesson was that good intentionsAren’t gonna keep you warm and fedWith no recourse I took a job at the packing houseNo one who I could edifyAs my dreams like leaves in autumnDisappeared before my eyes
