Prove Yourself

Cyrus Jones was a strange, tall man who came from a broken home
He used to shoot whiskey just to get drunk and pass out
Only to end up alone
Writing on his tomb stone reads that he lived to be one hundred and three
Some claimed that he lived forever
But he sure looks dead to me, oh yes he sure looks dead to me
You got to prove yourself (fa la la la la la la)
Prove yourself (fa la la la la la la)
Prove yourself (fa la la la la la la la)
Father John is a short, frail man yeah he’s said to be a man of God
He’ll give you everything that you want
If you give him everything that you got
People come from far and wide just to hear what he has to say
Not one believes one word
But they listen to him anyways, oh yes they listen to him anyway
You got to prove yourself (fa la la la la la la)
Prove yourself (fa la la la la la la)
Prove yourself (fa la la la la la la la)
What will they say about me?
What will they say when i’m dead and gone?
Maybe i’ll be proving myself laying down next to Cyrus John
You got to prove yourself (fa la la la la la la)
Prove yourself (fa la la la la la la)
Prove yourself (fa la la la la la la la)
You got to prove yourself (fa la la la la la la)
Prove yourself (fa la la la la la la)
Prove yourself (fa la la la la la la la)