Always been jealous
Never told another soul
And I'm not planning to
Cause that's just you
Doing all the things that should be done
While I with my pencil and my gun
Become
The prodigal son
This is why I taught myself to sing
I seem to get the best of everything
Like a tyrant, to rule by fear
But I have love
I swear I love more than you can see
I swear I swear
I swear I love, I do, I do
So I get the prize, and you, the smiles
Never been happy
I wish I was on the other side
But I'm not moving
Cause that's just you
I couldn't do what should be done
See this pencil? See this gun?
I've become
The prodigal son
So when you define taste
Say at least that I had none
And when you mention wastefulness
I know where you could find some
And I have faults
Don't we all?
But I have love
I swear that I have love
I swear, I swear
I swear to you
I try to do what's right, not wrong
And I may not do what should be done
But I have a pencil - I have a gun
And even a prodigal son
Will eventually return