Prodigal Son lyrics

Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia

I wonder about you

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 ready to bout you

About 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

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 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

(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

• Artist:Bad Religion
• Album:New Maps of Hell (2007)