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