Prodigal Son

Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Prodigal Son <br/> In a place where outlaws abound from the range<br />???on a day mountains has fallen to falls???<br />In a land where boys are forbiden to grow<br />And Mell is the only master<br />Were the higway ends and the desert breakes<br />and buildings are bendt from great earthquackes<br />And statesmen crawl on their bellys like snakes<br />( )<br />And feed of the public hunger<br />In a land were sky-scrapers scratch the sky<br />And delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie<br />Papa stands on the corner he ???waitin&#039; to beat the drum???<br />Welcome Home My Prodigal Son<br />When Rivers run raging through city streets<br />And great eagels have fallen from their loofty peaks<br />And policemen moonlight the sideshow freeks<br />for the final crime is commited<br />When Presidents ride in Ford Mustangs<br />And the Black man releases his Caddilac ???fangs???<br />And your chech died in bed as the landlord thanks the young girl next door <br />for the rent<br />Where telegraph wires are atached to your mind<br />Delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie<br />Papa stands on the corner ???waitin to beat the drum???<br />Welcome Home My Prodigal Son<br />When the telephone rings and falls of the hook<br />And your legs have been stolen by some defense department crook<br />And you startin&#039; to think about writing a book<br />But now you won&#039;t pledge allingence to anything<br />And the maid comes in with coffee and cake<br />In a low-cut dress she wore just for your sake<br />You explain your not dead and she takes it as a compliment<br />and sticks out her tounge and asks for requests<br />In a land were skyscrapers scrapes the sky<br />and delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie<br />Papa stands on the corner ???waitin&#039; to beat the drum???<br />Welcome Home My Prodigal Son