When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow
Of hate comes to land at home
Might still be waiting
Did you ever connect?
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son
Ever waiting for the canticle of manacles abating
Of the cowardice rising to drown you
When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow
Like the blood red path of the western sun, oh yeah
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son
When everybody above is ready to bout you
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son
With a champagne heart at his curtain call
Don't you think you better readdress the level
Or come to reject? Or even inspect
The dream that hounds you?
Well, he's a mourning star
About controversial values
Of hate comes to land at home
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son
Clever never hesitating in the baiting
You had a regret?
Did you ever forget
Well, he's a mourning star
And father never understood the way the work gets done
And what you've only guessed at
Can't you see? I ain't one, no prodigal son
The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come
With a champagne heart at his curtain call
When you least expect it, he's going to run
Well, hell no, don't look at me
And father never understood the way the work gets done
