Oh can't you feel the nostalgia 
I 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 [bad word] 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 

When everybody about - is ready 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 - [bad word] to reject - or even inspect 
The dream that hounds you 
 [bad word] 
When you least expect it he's going [bad word] 
Like the blood red path of the western sun oh yeah 
The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment [bad word] 
Well [bad word] no, don't look at me 
Can't you see, I ain't one, no prodigal son 
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son