Lyrics:

Prodigal Son

in A Place Where Outlaws Are Banned From The Range
on A Day That Mountains Have Fallen To Foes
in A Land Where Boys Are Forbidden To Grow
and Metal Is The Only Master

where The Highway Ends And The Desert Breaks
and Buildings Are Bent From Great Earthquakes
and Statesmen Crawl On Their Bellies Like Snakes
and Feed Off The Public Hunger

in A Land Where Skyscrapers Scratch The Sky
and Delinquent Daughters To Their Mothers Still Lie
papa Stands On The Corner, He Wants To Beat The Drum
welcome Home, My Prodigal Son

when Rivers Run Raging Through City Streets
and Great Eagles Have Fallen From Their Lofty Peaks
and Policemen Moonlight As Sideshow Freaks
for The Final Crime Is Committed

when Presidents Ride In Ford Mustangs
and The Black Man Releases His Cadillac Fangs
and You're Checked Out In Bed As The Landlord Bangs
a Young Girl Next Door For The Rent

where Telegraph Wires Are Attached To Your Mind
and Delinquent Daughters To Their Mother Still Lie
and Papa Stands On The Corner, Waiting To Beat The Drum
welcome Home, My Prodigal Son

when The Telephone Rings And Falls Off The Hook
and Your Legs Have Been Stolen By Some Defense Department Crook
and You're Starting To Think About Writing A Book
but Now You Won't Pledge Allegiance To Anything

and The Maid Comes In With Coffee And Cake
in A Low Cut Dress She Wore Just For Your Sake
you Explain You're Not Dead, And She Takes It As A Compliment
sticks Out Her Tongue And Asks For Requests

in A Land Where Skyscrapers Scratch The Sky
and Delinquent Daughters To Their Mothers Still Lie
papa Waits On The Corner, Waiting To Beat The Drum
welcome Home, My Prodigal Son

and The Mercury Men With Hydraulic Joints
they Bribe With A Smile And Hold You Up In The Alley At Pen Point
and They Ask You To Bend Over That They May Anoint
you With The Holy Water Of Your Profession

when The Line Between Love And Hate Gets So Thin
and Your Body Takes Over When Your Mind Gives In
and Your Lady Lover Demands That You Pin Her To The Floor
but It's Too Late, Your Reflexes Are Shot

and The Man On The Corner With The Nervous Twitch
whispers 'hey, How'd You Like To Buy A Nice Bitch?
she's A Thirty-Eight, And I Got Her Loaded In All Six'
he Keeps Talking, And You Just Keep Walking

and You Reach For The Sky, And Get Stuck On A Steeple
you Reach Out For Love But You Get Lost In The People
you Run Through The Canyon, Screaming Like An Eagle
and You Fall Face First In The Mud

in A Land Where Skyscrapers Scratch The Sky
and Delinquent Daughters Have Their Own Children Do Lie
and Papa Stands On The Corner, Watching The Parade, He Wants To Beat The Drum
welcome Home
welcome Home, My Prodigal Son
welcome Home, My Prodigal Son