Bless their souls, out of control
Pray for the Prodigal
Lost their way straight out of the gate
How far down they don't even know

Caught up in this cruel captivating world
Making promises it never keeps
A place for the lost, heart, mind, and soul
With forever thoughts of being free

Once safe in the fold, now out on their own
With every direction a dead end
Living the life, they thought would be high
But how low can you go my friend

You get what you get in this live and let live
But take heed and be forewarned
By those who know the score that have been here before
Messengers sent from the Lord

Who desperately warn of things to come
In hopes that they'll see the light
And turn from the sin that is dragging them in
To the jaws of the serpent that bites

Lost in their way straight out of the gate
How far down they don't even know
God bless the souls that are out of control
Pray for the Prodigal