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How Did It Come To This?

But even in the land of milk and honey, sometimes the milk goes sour and the honey dries up. Crying into a beer he can’t afford, our hero pauses for a moment of reflection.
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If there was cash in my pocket, I'd buy a drink
But all that I have is time, time to think
How did it come to this now, how did I sink so low?
How did I lose daddy's cash? Where did my good friends go?

Not much is for certain, in this crazy life
Earthquake, locust, fire, war – this time famine strikes
And when my buddies learned that all my cash was burnt
All the girls and boys they took their toys, headed out for the coast

And I'm asking:
How did it come to this now, what did I do wrong?
Why was my luck so rotten? Do you hate me God?
How did it come to this now, hungry and afraid?
I traded gold for a sack of coal, what I need is a brand new start.

Life in the city had never been so tough
Food was short; I was out of work, way down on my luck
I moved back to the country, somebody took me on
I feed his pigs in return for digs but the pigs get more than me

When I see the future I only see the past
On my father's land even hired hands have more than I do now
I'm gonna go back there in the morning but not as his son
I turned from God and I turned from man, I'm not worthy of his love

How did it come to this now, what did I do wrong?
Why was my luck so rotten? Do you hate me God?
How did it come to this now, hungry and afraid?
I traded gold for a sack of coal, what I need is a brand new start.
...and their inspiration
Luke 15:14-19

About the time his money ran out, a great famine swept over the land, and he began to starve.

He persuaded a local farmer to hire him, and the man sent him into his fields to feed the pigs. The young man became so hungry that even the pods he was feeding the pigs looked good to him. But no one gave him anything.

When he finally came to his senses, he said to himself, 'At home even the hired servants have food enough to spare, and here I am dying of hunger! I will go home to my father and say, "Father, I have sinned against both heaven and you, and I am no longer worthy of being called your son. Please take me on as a hired servant."
 
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