Prodigal Son Lyrics - New Maps Of Hell - Bad Religion

Oh can't you feel the nostalgia son I wonder about ya 

Modernistocrat Horatio Alger 

Clever never hesitating in the baiting ever waiting 

For the canticle of manacles abating 

Do 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 

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When everybody about - is read 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 

That 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 

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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 

Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son