Prodigal Son

Lyrics

Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia I wonder about you Modernistocrat Horatio Alger Clever, never hesitating in the baiting Ever waiting for the canticle of manacles abating Did you ever forget You had a regret? And what you only guessed at Might still be waiting When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of Hate comes to land at home Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his Curtain call And father never understood the way the work gets done Don't look at me No, I ain't one No prodigal son Don't look at me No, I ain't one No prodigal son When everybody about Is ready to bout you About controversial values Don't you think you'd better readdress the level Of the cowardice rising to drown you? Did you ever connect Or come to reject Or even inspect The dreams that hound you? When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of Hate comes to land at home Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his Curtain call And father never understood the way the work gets done Don't look at me No, I ain't one No prodigal son Don't look at me No, I ain't one No prodigal son When you least expect it, he's going to run Like the blood-red path of the western sun, oh yeah (Oh yeah) The prodigal son is waiting Waiting for his moment to come Well hell no, don't look at me Can't you see I ain't one No prodigal son It ain't me, no I ain't one No prodigal son