Lyrics:

If you find you keep slipping on your tongue
Well I got some suggestions to offer you pick one
You can tie it round your neck, like a prodigal son
But you won't win the game cause it's already won
Could of helped a man who carried his cross
But you sat back and cursed him like you were the boss
Thought you won big from the roll of the toss
But you can't win the game cause you already lost