Eat with the Pigs

You pray for mercy like you deserve it But you're not sorry for what you did You're too proud to admit you're wrong So you kneel and eat with the pigs Are you ready to come home All you got to do is turn Turn back Aren't you tired of what you're eating Dont you want something real Isn't your Father's house so much better Than anything in this world Are you ready to come home All you got to do is turn Turn back Mud on my face I'm sick of this place Time to admit I've lost this race In with the pigs the game is rigged Gotta get out of this dirty biz I had it nice I had it right Before I threw the towel in the fight Now I know where I belong Headin back to the Fathers home Are you ready to come home All you got to do is turn Turn back