Bruce Springsteen - Song for Orphans lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - Song for Orphans lyrics]
Well 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 grew somehow incomplete
Where instead of child lions we
Had aging junkie sheep
Well how many wasted have I
Seen signed "Hollywood or bust"
And left to ride the
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 the 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
Giving last kisses and wishing well
To every gypsy mystic hero that the
Kids might find a place
Who get lost forever to mom and pop
On their weekends out in space
Well sons they search for fathers
But the fathers are all gone
The lost souls search for saviors
But saviors don't last long
Those aimless questless renegade brats who
Live their lives in song
They run the length of a candle
With a goodnight whisper and they're gone
So break me now big Mama as
Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda
The aurora will shine the 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
Yeah!
Well the missions are filled with hermit's
They're looking for a friend
The terraces are filled with cat-men just
Looking for a way in
Those orphans jumped 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 the refugees
With amplifier's hum
So break me now big Mama as
Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda
The aurora will shine the 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
To make the noise
Them black blind poet generals and
Restless loud white boys
But time's 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"
And left to ride the
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 the 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
Giving last kisses and wishing well
To every gypsy mystic hero that the
Kids might find a place
Who get lost forever to mom and pop
On their weekends out in space
Well sons they search for fathers
But the fathers are all gone
The lost souls search for saviors
But saviors don't last long
Those aimless questless renegade brats who
Live their lives in song
They run the length of a candle
With a goodnight whisper and they're gone
So break me now big Mama as
Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda
The aurora will shine the 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
Yeah!
Well the missions are filled with hermit's
They're looking for a friend
The terraces are filled with cat-men just
Looking for a way in
Those orphans jumped 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 the refugees
With amplifier's hum
So break me now big Mama as
Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda
The aurora will shine the 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