Prodigal
Son - Bruce Springsteen
In a place
where outlaws are banned from the rane
On a day mountains has fallen
to foes
In a land where boys are forbidden
to grow
And metal is the only master
Were the higway ends and the
desert breaks
and buildings are bent from
great earthquackes
And statesmen crawl on their
bellies like snakes
And feed of the public hunger
In a land were sky-scrapers
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 raising through
city streets
And great eagels have fallen
from their lofty peaks
And policemen moonlight aside
show freaks
for the final crime is commited
When Presidents ride in Ford
Mustangs
And the Black man releases
his Caddilac fangs
And you checked out in bed
as the landbird bangs A young girl next door for the rent
Where telegraph wires are
attached you and mine
And delinquent daughters to
their mothers still lie
Papa stands on the corner
waitin to beat the drum
Welcome Home My Prodigal Son
When the telephone rings and
falls of the hook
And your legs have been stolen
by some defense department crook
And you startin' 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 your not dead
and she takes it as a compliment
and sticks out her tounge
and asks for requests
In a land were skyscrapers
scratch the sky
and delinquent daughters to
their mothers still lie
Papa stands on the corner
waitin' 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 pin point
And they ask you to bend over
that they may anoint
You with 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 its too late your reflexes
are shot
And the man on the corner
with the nervous twitch
Whispers hey how'd ya like
to buy a nice bitch
She's a 38 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 who lie
Papa stands on the corner
waiting the parade
He wants to beat the drum
Welcome Home
Welcome Home My Prodigal Son
Welcome Home My Prodigal Son