Song for Orphans - Bruce Springsteen
Well, the multitude assembled and tried to make the noise
And black blind poet generals and restless loud white boys
Times grew thin and the axis grew somehow incomplete
Where instead of child lions
We had aging junkie sheep
Well, how many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"
They're left to ride them ever-ghostly Arizona gusts
Cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps
Sounding in the void
High society vamps, ex-heavyweight champs
Mistaking soot for soil
So break me now, Big Mama
As Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me, my good Linda
The aurora will shine your way
The Confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your muscles play?
Well, the doorstep blanket weaver
Madonna pushes bells
From house to house I see her
Givin' last kisses and wishin' well
To every gypsy mystic hero
That the kids might find a place
Who've been lost forever to mom and pop
On their weekends out in space
Well, sons, they search for fathers
But their fathers are all gone
The lost souls search for saviors
But saviors don't last long
Those nameless, questless renegade brats
Who live their lives in song
They run the length of a candle
With a goodnight whisper, then they're gone
So break me now, Big Mama
As Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me, my good Linda
The aurora will shine your way
The Confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your muscles play?
Well, the missions are filled with hermits
They're looking for a friend
The terraces are filled with cat-men
Just lookin' for a way in
There's orphans junked on silver mountains, lost in celestial alleyways
They wait for that old tramp dog man Moses
He takes in all the strays
Now don't you grow on empty legends
Or lonely cradle songs
Billy the Kid was just a Bowery Boy who made a living twirling his guns
The night, she's long and lanky
And she speaks in a mother tongue
She lullabies her refugees
With an amplifier's hum
So break me now, Big Mama
As Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me, my good Linda
The aurora will shine your way
The Confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your muscles play?
The Confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your muscles play?
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