SONG TO THE ORPHANS

The multitude assembled and tried to make the noise
Them black blind poet generals
And restless loud white boys
But time's grew thin and the axis
Was left somehow incomplete
Where instead of child lions
Was left ageing junkie sheep
How many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"
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
Whoa the confederacy, she's in my name now
And the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your muscles play?

The doorstep blanket weaver
Oh Madonna pushes bells
From house to house I see her
Giving last kisses and wishing well
To every gypsy, mystic and hero
That all the babies might find a place
Who've 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
Oh and the lost souls search for saviors
But saviors don't 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 they're gone

So break me now big Mama
As Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me, my good Linda
Help is on the way
Cause the Confederacy, she's in my name now
And the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm
I can feel my muscles play

The missions 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
Are junked in celestial alleyways
They wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses
Cause he takes in all the strays
He told me "don't grow on empty legends boy
Or lonely cradle songs
'Cause Billy the Kid was just a bowery boy
Who made a living twirling his guns
And this night she'll be long and lanky
She'll speak in a mother tongue"
And then he lullabied the refugees
With an amplifier's hum

So break me now big Mama
As Old Faithful breaks the day
And believe me my good Linda
Oh, help is on the way
And the Confederacy, she's in my name now
And the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm
Can you feel your muscles play?