Paroles de Prodigal Son

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