Prodigal Son

Bad Religion

Composición de: Brett Gurewitz / Greg Graffin
tono: G Afinación: E A D G B E
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 work gets done don't look at me

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[Pre Verse:]
G           D#           G  (run)       D

[Verse 1:]
D
Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia, I wonder about you, modern aristocrat Horatio Alger
G                                               Em
Clever, never hesitating in the baiting, ever waiting for the canticle of manacles abating
D
Did you ever forget you had a regret?
                            G               Em
And what you only guessed at might still be waiting


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


[Pre Verse:]
 G           D#           G  (run)       D

[Verse 2:]
D
When everybody about is ready to bout you about controversial values
G                                                          Em
Don't you think you'd better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you?
D
Did you ever connect or come to reject, or even inspect
G                 Em
The dreams that hound you?


[Chorus]
          C                     G                 D                     Em
When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
              C                    G                       D      Em
Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
           C             D               *
And father never understood the way the work gets done
              C                 D               G (run) Em
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son
              C                 D               G
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son


[Outro:]
D                                        G
When you least expect it, he's going to run
D                                      G      Em
Like the blood-red path of the western sun
     C        D      G         C              D         G
The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come
C         D          *                     C           D               G (run) Em
Well hell no, don't look at me, can't you see I ain't one, no prodigal son
         C              D                 G
It ain't me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
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