Woy! Desperation has re-turn,
Sodom and Go-morrah, no deh yah so!
Over yonder, Sodom and Go-morrah, no deh yah so!
You are like the Prodigal Son, yeah,
And if you're the Prodigal Son, my friend,
Then you're the one.
You left, taking your only pos-session;
To enter a world known for hacklings,
In abundance, yeah.
The hustlers of life have hooked and drained you.
From the man, from the man,
From the man, from the man that you used to be.
Turn your back on us.
Return Rastaman where you came from,
The land of your, fore-fa-thers.
Reaching the gates with your two long hands,
Stretching out for clean water.
Then you're the one, eh!
Prodigal, come forth and re-joice with your voice,
To the heavens, chant some song.
Prodigal, come forth and re-pent;
Rasta-fari sins for-given.
One has re-turned without, one's soul,
And has squandered all, his pos-sessions.
Let us cleanse your body now,
From your service to the swine, because;
You've been dead and now to a-noint your head;
With wisdom, knowledge and over-standing.
A lesson has been taught, unto you my friend,
Time for a feast and re-joicing.
Prodigal has re-turned; to his culture,
Prodigal has re-turned; give him water.
Prodigal has re-turned, has re-turned...
Has re-turned, has returned, has re-turned, eh!
To his culture,
Prodigal has re-turned,
Prodigal has re-turned now.
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