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Intro:
In a place where outlaws are banned from the range
On a day that mountains have fallen to foe
In a land where boys are forbidden to grow
And metal is the only master
Where the highway ends and the desert breaks
And buildings are bent from great earthquakes
Statesmen crawl on their bellies like snakes
And feed off the public hunger
In a land where skyscrapers 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 raging through city streets
And great eagles have fallen from their lofty peaks
And policemen moonlight as sideshow freaks
Before the final crime is committed
When presidents ride in Ford Mustangs
And the black man releases his Cadillac fangs
And you're checked out in bad as the landlord bangs
The young girl next door for the rent
Where telegraph wires are attached to your mind
Delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie
Papa stands on the corner waiting to beat the drum
Welcome home my prodigal son
When the telephone rings and falls off the hook
And your legs have been stolen from some defense department crook
And you're starting to think about writing a book
But now you won't pledge allegiance to anything
And the maid comes in with coffee and cake
And a low-cut dress she wore just for your sake
You explain you're not dead she takes it as a compliment
Sticks out her tongue and asks for requests
In a land where skyscrapers scratch the sky
And delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie
Papa stands on the corner waiting 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 pen point
They ask you to bend over that they may anoint
You with the 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 it's too late your reflexes are shot
And the man on the corner with the nervous twitch
Whispers"Hey how'd you like to buy a nice bitch?
She's a thirty-eight 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 watching the parade he wants to beat the drum
Welcome home welcome home my prodigal son
Welcome home my prodigal son
(supprime les barrés)