[Verse 1}



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



Cuz' nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid



For the things that come easy day after day, week after week



[Chorus]



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 busy and it kept me awake



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



Cuz' nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid



For the things that come easy day after day, week after week



[Chorus]



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 son



Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray



But all the hip kids sent You running away



(I am the champion of wine, You're the bread on my tongue)



You got egg on Your face but the faithful keep washing Your feet



(I am the last one in line, the prodigal son)



Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say



Cuz' nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid



(I am the champion of wine, 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)