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Songs To Orphans 1
Song For The Orphans
The multitude assembled and tried to make the noise
Them blank blind poet generals and restless loud white boys
But times grew thin and the axis was left somehow incomplete
Where instead of child lions
They found ageing junkie sheep
How many wasted have I seen, signed Hollywood or bust
Oh left to ride those ever ghostly Arizona gusts
Oh cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps
Sounding helpless in the void
High society vamps and ex-heavyweight champs
Mistaking soot for soil
So break me now big mama
As Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda
Let the Aurora shine the way
The Confederacy shes in my name now
And the hounds are held at bay
Oh the axis needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your muscles play
The doorstep blanket weaver, Madonna pushes bells
From house to house I see her giving last kisses and wishing well
To every gypsy, mystic and all-star hero
That the kids might fi
Whove been lost to true fathers and mothers
On their time travels deep in space
Now the sons return for fathers
But the fathers are all gone
The lost souls search for saviours
But saviours dont last long
Those aimless questless renegade brats
Who live their lives in songs
They run the length of a candle
And in a goodnight whisper and a puff are gone
So break me now big mama
As Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda
Help is on the way
The Confederacy shes in my name now
And the hounds are held at bay
Oh the axis needs a stronger arm
I can feel your muscles play
The Misions are filled with hermits looking for a friend
The terraces are filled with cat-men looking for a way in
And orphans abandoned on silver mountains
Or junked in celestial alleyways
Wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses
Cause he takes in all the strays
He told me:"Dont grow on empty legends or lonely cradle songs
Cause Billy The Kid was just a Bowery boy
Who made a living twirling his guns"
And the night shell be long and lanky
And shell speak in a Mother tongue
And then he lullabied the refugees
With an amplifiers hum
So break me now big mama
As Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda
Help is on the way
The Confederacy shes in my name now
And the hounds are held at bay
Oh the axis needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your muscles play
Do you feel your muscles play
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