Prodigal Son

Lyrics | Track Details

Oh can't you feel the nostalgia son I wonder
about ya
Modernistocrat Horatio Alger
Clever never hesitating in the baiting ever
waiting
For that 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 the caroming shadow
of hate comes to land at home
Well he's a mourning star with a champagne
heart at his curtain call
And the father never understood just how 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 -
and 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
That dream that hounds you
When the prodigal son with the caroming shadow
of hate comes to land at home
Well he's a mourning star with a champagne
heart at his curtain call
And the father never understood just how 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
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son

Writers
Brett Gurewitz / Greg Graffin
Recorded
Grandmaster Records, Ltd. Holywood, CA
Musicians
Greg Graffin - vocals, Brett Gurewitz - guitar, Jay Bentley - bass, Greg Hetson - guitar, Brian Baker - guitar, Brooks Wackerman - drums
Publishers
Fig Music (BMI) / Polypterus/Warner Chappell Music (BMI)