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  • 作词 : Graffin, Greg
    作曲 : Graffin, Greg
    Oh can't you feel the nostalgia son I wonder about ya
    Modernistocrat Horatio Alger
    Clever never hesitating in the baiting ever waiting2
    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 hate comes to land at home
    Well he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
    And father never understood just how 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 read 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 - or come to reject - or even inspect
    That dream that hounds 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 just how 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
    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
    no I ain't one, no prodigal son
  • 作词 : Graffin, Greg
    作曲 : Graffin, Greg
    Oh can't you feel the nostalgia son I wonder about ya
    Modernistocrat Horatio Alger
    Clever never hesitating in the baiting ever waiting2
    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 hate comes to land at home
    Well he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
    And father never understood just how 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 read 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 - or come to reject - or even inspect
    That dream that hounds 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 just how 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
    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
    no I ain't one, no prodigal son