Bruce Springsteen Lyrics

Album: Before The Fame

PRODIGAL SON Lyrics

In a place where outlaws abound from the range

???on a day mountains has fallen to falls???

In a land where boys are forbiden to grow

And Mell is the only master

Were the higway ends and the desert breakes

and buildings are bendt from great earthquackes

And statesmen crawl on their bellys 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 ???waitin' to beat the drum???

Welcome Home My Prodigal Son

When Rivers run raging through city streets

And great eagels have fallen from their loofty peaks

And policemen moonlight the sideshow freeks

for the final crime is commited

When Presidents ride in Ford Mustangs

And the Black man releases his Caddilac ???fangs???

And your chech died in bed as the landlord thanks the young girl next door 

 for the rent

Where telegraph wires are atached to your mind

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 allingence 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 scrapes 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