Well the multitude assembled
And tried to make the noise
Them 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 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 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 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 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
Yeah
Well the missions are filled with hermits
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 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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Well the multitude assembled
And tried to make the noise
Them 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 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 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 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 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
Yeah
Well the missions are filled with hermits
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 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
And tried to make the noise
Them 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 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 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 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 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
Yeah
Well the missions are filled with hermits
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 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