Prodigal Son Lyrics

Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia I wonder about your 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've 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 above is ready to bout you About controversial values Don't you think you better readdress the level Of the cowardice rising to drown you
Did you ever connect? Or come to reject? Or even inspect The dream that hounds 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
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