Prodigal Son (Springsteen Bruce)

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