Prodigal Son – Bad Religion

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 read to bout y’all – 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 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
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


Lyric Prodigal Son – Bad Religion