Oh can't you feel the nostalgia son I wonder about ya
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Modernistocrat Horatio Alger
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Clever never hesitating in the baiting ever waiting
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For the canticle of manacles abating
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Do you ever forget - you had a regret - and what you only guessed at
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Might still be waiting?
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When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
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Well he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
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And father never understood just how the work gets done
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Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
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Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
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When everybody about - is read to bout you - about controversial values
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Don't you think you better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you
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Did you ever connect - or come to reject - or even inspect
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That dream that hounds you
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When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
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Well he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
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And father never understood just how the work gets done
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Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
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Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
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When you least expect it he's going to run
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Like the blood red path of the western sun oh yeah
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The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come
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Well hell no, don't look at me
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Can't you see, I ain't one, no prodigal son
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Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
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Prodigal Son
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| Bad Religion |
