Chords
Prodigal Son

        E                              A                                 F#m  
On a day that mountains have fallen to foe
                A/E                                                 E  
In a land where boys are forbidden to grow
             A                         F#m                      B  
And metal is the only master
                          E            Esus                            E                            Esus
                  E                         A                      F#m  
And buildings are bent from great earthquakes
A/E                                                         E  
Statesmen crawl on their bellies like snakes
          A                            F#m                         B  
And feed off the public hunger
                Esus                                              E
                                                                        B  
Papa stands on the corner he wants to beat the drum
                        A                                      E         Esus    E    Esus
             E                                         A                                         F#m  
And great eagles have fallen from their lofty peaks
             A/E                                                    E  
And policemen moonlight as sideshow freaks
                        A                 F#m                         B  
Before the final crime is committed
                  E                         Esus                              E      Esus
                          E                      A                         F#m  
And the black man releases his Cadillac fangs
                             A/E                                                            E  
And you're checked out in bad as the landlord bangs
                A                                 F#m                         B  
The young girl next door for the rent
                Esus                                              E
                                                                B  
Papa stands on the corner waiting to beat the drum
                          A                                      E    Esus      E    Esus
                        E                                 A                                                                            F#m  
And your legs have been stolen from some defense department crook
                             A/E                                                      E  
And you're starting to think about writing a book
                          A                                         F#m                      B  
But now you won't pledge allegiance to anything
          E                                    Esus                            E                    Esus
                E                      A                              F#m  
And a low-cut dress she wore just for your sake
             A/E                                                                                                    E  
You explain you're not dead, she takes it as a compliment
                                        A                         F#m                    B  
Sticks out her tongue and asks for requests
             Esus                                              E
                                                                B  
Papa stands on the corner waiting to beat the drum
                  E                      Esus            E      Esus    E Esus
                  E                              A                                      F#m  
They bribe with a smile and hold you up in the alley at pen point
                  A/E                                                         E  
They ask you to bend over that they may anoint
                                     A                      F#m                    B  
You with the holy water of your profession
                     E                                                    Esus
                        E                              A                                      F#m  
And your body takes over when your mind gives in
                        A/E                                                                 E  
And your lady lover demands that you pin her to the floor
                          A                                              F#m                              B  
But it's too late, your reflexes are shot
                        E                                                                 Esus
                          E                      A                                         F#m  
Whispers,"Hey, how'd you like to buy a nice bitch?
                        A/E                                                            E  
She's a thirty-eight and I got her loaded in all six"
                        A              F#m                                         B  
He keeps talking and you just keep walking
                     E                                 Esus                                                    E                 Esus
          E                                    A                                         F#m  
You reach out for love but you get lost in the people
             A/E                                                 E  
You run through the canyon screaming like an eagle
                        A                         F#m                      B  
And you fall face first in the mud
                Esus                                                      E
                                                                                                                     B  
Papa stands on the corner watching the parade he wants to beat the drum
                     E                              A                                      E      Esus    E