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From Bad Religion's album: New Maps Of Hell

Oh can^,t you feel the nostalgia son 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 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
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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
Don^,t look at me, no I ain^,t one, no prodigal son
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