(Renard)

I’ll tell you a story ‘bout a baby,
Born and cast away,
A life of riches was not-to-be,
Which is why I am here today.
A feelin’ of dread is growing in you,
You know that your life is mine,
You owe me what you’ve taken from me,
I’m comin’ for you… you know my name.

They call me The Prodigal,
But my name is justice.
They call me The Prodigal,
And I’m coming home.
They call me The Prodigal,
But my name is vengeance.
They call me The Prodigal,
And I’m coming home.

You’ve been living a life so fine,
But you’ve been living on borrowed time,
Now that debt of time is due.
You took my life, now yours is mine.
You must’ve known this day would come,
I’m coming home… And I’m coming for you.
Like a film noir thriller, or John Woo’s ‘Killer’,
I’m packing iron… your life is mine.

They call me The Prodigal,
But my name is justice.
They call me The Prodigal,
And I’m coming home.
They call me The Prodigal,
But my name is vengeance.
They call me The Prodigal,
And I’m coming home.

Call me Time, cos I wait for no man,
Call me Destiny, cos I will find you,
Call me Truth and hear my story,
Call me Death… you can’t escape me.

I’ll tell you a story ‘bout a baby,
Born and cast away,
A life of riches was not to be,
Which is why I’m here today.
A feeling of dread is growing in you,
You know that your life is mine,
You owe me what you’ve taken from me,
I’m comin’ for you, get ya soldiers in a line.

They call me The Prodigal,
But my name is justice.
They call me The Prodigal,
And I’m coming home.
They call me The Prodigal,
But my name is vengeance.
They call me The Prodigal,
And I’m coming home.

They call me The Prodigal,
But my name is justice.
They call me The Prodigal,
And I’m coming home.
They call me The Prodigal,
But my name is vengeance.
They call me The Prodigal,
And I’m coming home.

[Ad lib to fade]

No need to run, cos you can’t hide…
You must’ve known this day would come…
Get your soldiers in a line…
Like a film noir thriller, or John Woo’s ‘Killer’…
I’m coming home…
And I’m coming for you….

© 2007