Prodigal Son

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