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?