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 growand mell is the only masterwere the higway ends and the desert breakesand buildings are bendt from great earthquackesand statesmen crawl on their bellys like snakesand feed of the public hungerin a land were sky-scr*pers scratch the skyand delinquent daughters to their mothers still liepapa stands on the corner he ? ? ? waitin’ to beat the drum? ? ? welcome home my prodigal sonwhen rivers run raging through city streetsand great eagels have fallen from their loofty peaksand policemen moonlight the sideshow freeksfor the final crime is commitedwhen presidents ride in ford mustangsand the black man releases his caddilac ? ? ? fangs? ? ? and your chech died in bed as the landlord thanks the young girl next doorfor the rentwhere telegraph wires are atached to your minddelinquent daughters to their mothers still liepapa stands on the corner ? ? ? waitin to beat the drum? ? ? welcome home my prodigal sonwhen the telephone rings and falls of the hookand your legs have been stolen by some defense department crookand you startin’ to think about writing a bookbut now you won’t pledge allingence to anythingand the maid comes in with coffee and cakein a low-cut dress she wore just for your sakeyou explain your not dead and she takes it as a complimentand sticks out her tounge and asks for requestsin a land were skyscr*pers scr*pes the skyand delinquent daughters to their mothers still liepapa stands on the corner ? ? ? waitin’ to beat the drum? ? ? welcome home my prodigal son
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