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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?
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