Prodigal Son
Bad Religion Lyrics


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Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia? I wonder about ya
Modern-istocrat Horatio Alger
Clever, never hesitating in the baiting, ever waiting
For the canticle of manacles abating
Did you ever forget you had a regret, and what you only guessed at
Might still be waiting?

[Chorus:]
When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
Well, he's a morning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood the way the work gets done
Don't look at me; no, I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me; no, I ain't one, no prodigal son

When everybody about is ready to bout you about controversial values
Don't you think you better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you?
Did you ever connect or come to reject or even inspect
That dream that hounds you?

[Chorus]

When you least expect it, he's going to run
Like the blood red path of the western sun, oh yeah
The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come

Well, hell no, don't look at me




Can't you see? I ain't one, no prodigal son
It ain't me; no, I ain't one, no prodigal son

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Prodigal Son" by Bad Religion address the theme of redemption and forgiveness, using the parable of the prodigal son as a reference. The song opens with a nostalgic tone, wondering about the addressee's fate, who is referred to as a "Modern-istocrat Horatio Alger". This phrase evokes the legacy of the American author, who wrote rags-to-riches stories and became a symbol of the self-made man's success. The lyrics suggest that the person addressed might have achieved success through cunning and ruthlessness, using the metaphor of the "canticle of manacles abating", which means that the person is waiting for a moment when their power over others is reduced.


The chorus states that at some point, the prodigal son will return home, but when he does, he will be celebrated as a "morning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call." This line suggests that despite his wayward past, the prodigal son will be welcomed and rewarded for his accomplishments. However, the father (or the authority) "never understood the way the work gets done," implying that the prodigal son's success might have been achieved through dubious means. The song finishes with a defiant stance, with the singer claiming that he is not the prodigal son, rejecting any association with past mistakes or wrongdoings.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia?
Do you remember the good old days?


I wonder about ya
I am curious about your life


Modern-istocrat Horatio Alger
Modern society's version of self-made man


Clever, never hesitating in the baiting, ever waiting
Smart, always ready to provoke, waiting for the right opportunity


For the canticle of manacles abating
Waiting for freedom from oppression


Did you ever forget you had a regret, and what you only guessed at Might still be waiting?
Did you ever forget about something you regret, and that something might still be unresolved?


When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
When someone who has been away and full of anger returns home


Well, he's a morning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
He is a brilliant, charismatic person who enjoys luxury


And father never understood the way the work gets done
His father doesn't understand the methods he uses


Don't look at me; no, I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't compare me to the prodigal son


When everybody about is ready to bout you about controversial values
When everyone is ready to argue about controversial beliefs


Don't you think you better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you?
Aren't you afraid to stand up for what you believe in?


Did you ever connect or come to reject or even inspect That dream that hounds you?
Did you ever examine the dream that keeps haunting you?


When you least expect it, he's going to run Like the blood red path of the western sun, oh yeah
When you least expect it, he will leave like the setting sun


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


It ain't me; no, I ain't one, no prodigal son
I am not the prodigal son




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRETT W. GUREWITZ, GREG GRAFFIN

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Wow


on You

Everybody needs a slogan in their pocket or two
It never hurts to have a strategy you can go to

Sometimes I have no sense at all
As most flawed men are one to do

Just say fuck you
Pavlovian rude
A menace too
Pay homage to
Your bad attitude

You can even get cerebral if you want to
Make a radical assessment that sticks like glue

Sometimes it takes no thought at all
The easiest thing to do

Is say fuck you
Pavlovian rude
A menace too
Pay homage to
Your bad attitude

The reaction it brings, just one of those things
Your friends might not want you around
If the impulse is right you might get in a fight
Even though you can't hold your ground
But all rest assured, sometimes just a word
Is the most satisfying sound

Sometimes it makes no sense at all
The easiest thing to do

Is say fuck you
Pavlovian rude
A menace too
Pay homage to your bad attitude
Just say fuck you
What you gonna do to your attitude
Just say fuck you


Wtf is this shit, what retard wrote the wrong spng down….

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