text: 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 wont 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