Tytuł: Prodigal Son

• Wykonawca: Bruce Springsteen
• Wyświetleń: 217

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