Limping like a prodigal son
Someone got my head in the slums
And everything I do makes it worseHuman nature, call it a curse
Tired of collecting the scars
And stories at the parties and bars
Trying to find a reason to fight
But someone′s got my head in a ziptie
Oh, good God
When're You gonna call it off
Climb down off of the cross
And change Your mind?
Catch me on the enemy line
Hocking all the gold in my teeth
Oh, I was disappointed to find out
How much everybody looks like me
Oh, good God
When′re You gonna call it off
Climb down off of the cross
And change Your mind?
Good God
When're You gonna call it off
Climb down off of the cross
And change Your mind?
