Bad Religion Lyrics
"Prodigal Son"

Oh can't you feel the nostalgia 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 is 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 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 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 is 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