Lyrics

Prodigals

Don’t you bemoan
What you have sown
Lack of pantone
in your monochrome
home

When you know
It’s only up to you
To choose red, green and blue
Hues

Oh how I wish I was loved, loved like you
I was a good person too
If I lose my way with you
Please save me

Marching to a brand new beat
Prodigal daughters shake down the family tree
Dancing to rhythms I can’t imagine
Prodigal sons bang on a different drum

Don’t lament
Lack of friends
When you’re not content
And the money’s spent

When you know that
It’s up to you
To go
Out there and make a few

Oh how I wish I was liked, liked, like you
I need a good talking too
I wish that I could be you
A winner

Marching to a brand new beat
Prodigal daughters shake down the family tree
Dancing to rhythms I can’t imagine
Prodigal sons bang on a different drum

I will
I won’t
I will obey
I will
I won’t
Obey

Marching to a brand new beat
Prodigal daughters shake down the family tree
Dancing to rhythms I can’t imagine
Prodigal sons bang on a different drum

We are not so different, different, different
We are so different, yeah!
We are so different, different, different
We are so diffident, yeah!