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Well the multitude assembled and tried to make the noiseThem black blind poet generals and restless loud white boysBut time's grew thin and the axis grew somehow incompleteWhere instead of child lions we had aging junkie sheepWell how many wastedhave I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"And left to ride the ever ghostly Arizona gustsCheerleader tramps and kidswith big amps sounding in the voidHigh society vamps, ex-heavyweight champsmistaking soot for soilSo break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the dayBelieve me my good Linda, the aurora will shine the wayThe confederacy's in my name nowthe hounds are held at bayThe axis needs a stronger armdo you feel your muscles playWell the doorstep blanket weaver, Madonna pushes bellsFrom house to house I see hergiving last kisses and wishing wellTo every gypsy mystic hero that the kids might find a placeWho get lost forever mothers and fatherson their weekends out in spaceWell sons they search for fathers, but the fathers are all goneThe lost souls search for saviors, but saviors don't last longThose aimless questless renegade bratswho live their lives in songThey run the length of a candlein a goodnight whisper and they're goneSo break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the dayBelieve me my good Linda, the aurora will shine the wayThe confederacy's in my name nowthe hounds are held at bayThe axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles playYeah!Well the missions are filled with hermitsthey're looking for a friendThe terraces are filled with cat-men just looking for a way inThose orphans jumped on silver mountainslost in celestial alleywaysThey wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moseshe takes in all the straysNow don't you grow on empty legends or lonely cradle songsBilly the Kid was just a bowery boywho made a living twirling his gunsThe night she's long and lankyand she speaks in a mother tongueShe lullabies the refugees with amplifier's humSo break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the dayBelieve me my good Linda, the aurora will shine the wayThe confederacy's in my name nowthe hounds are held at bayThe axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles playThe confederacy's in my name nowthe hounds are held at bayThe axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play
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