Bad Religion – Prodigal Son (Guitar Acoustic)

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 work gets done don't look at me

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Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia, I wonder about you, modern aristocrat Horatio Alger

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Clever, never hesitating in the baiting, ever waiting for the canticle of manacles abating

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Did you ever forget you had a regret?

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And what you only guessed at might still be waiting

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When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home

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Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call

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And father never understood the way the work gets done

              C                 D               G (run) Em
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son

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Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son

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When everybody about is ready to bout you about controversial values

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Don't you think you'd better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you?

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Did you ever connect or come to reject, or even inspect

G                 Em
The dreams that hound you?

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When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home

              C                    G                       D      Em
Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call

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And father never understood the way the work gets done

              C                 D               G (run) Em
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son

              C                 D               G
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son

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When you least expect it, he's going to run

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Like the blood-red path of the western sun

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The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come

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Well hell no, don't look at me, can't you see I ain't one, no prodigal son

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It ain't me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son