Song For Orphans

The multitude assembled and tried to make the noise Them blank blind poet generals and restless loud white boys But time grew thin and the axis was left somehow incomplete Where instead of child lions, they found agein' junkie sheep And how many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust" Oh left to ride them ever ghostly Arizona gusts Cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps soundin' helpless in the void Oh high society vamps and ex-heavyweight champs mistakin' soot for soil Oh so break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day Believe me my good Linda, help is on the way The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play? Well the doorstep blanket weaver, Madonna she pushes bells From house to house to house I see her givin' last kisses and wishin' wells To every gypsy mystic and all-star that the kids might find a place Who've lost for ever true fathers on their time travels out in space Oh and the sons they search for fathers, but the fathers are all gone The lost souls search for saviours, but saviours don't last long Them 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 they're gone Oh so break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day Believe me my good Linda, help is on the way The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play? Well now the missions are filled with hermits and they're all lookin' for a friend And the terraces are filled with cat-men lookin' for a way in These orphans lost up on silver mountains, jumped, jumped in alleyways They wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses, he takes in all the strays And he told me, "don't grow on empty legends or lonely cradle songs Because Billy the Kid was just a bowery boy who made a living twirlin' his guns And the night she's long, she's lanky, and she speaks in a mother tongue" And he lullabied the refugees with an amplifier's hum Oh we could break us now big Mama as Old Faithful she breaks the day Leave me, now, good Linda, the aurora will shine your way The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play? The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play? Questions, comments, insults...BlindTerry333