prodigal son

I don't believe in Satan
but please don't tell my mom
'cause it's the only ammunition
for this war that's raging on
she looks at me with fear
like I've just fired an atom bomb
from here to kingdom come
I am not the prodigal son
no sir
I am not the prodigal son


she don't like the clothes I wear
but she don't say anything to me
she just stays behind the bedroom door
and turns up the TV
on her to-do list of tragedy
I'm her top ten number one
and I've only just begun
I am not the prodigal son
no way
I am not the prodigal son


          I will get even
          if it's the last thing I do
          it's true


tonight I'll dye my hair again
black as the dark night of my soul
sit upon my skateboard
find a way to finally lose control
come home drunk as shit
so she can see what I've become
look what I done
I am not the prodigal son
fuck no
I am not the prodigal son


it ain't me
it ain't me
I ain't no prodigal son, no...


(with apologies to John Fogerty)