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    The moltitude assembled and tried to make the noise
    The black blind poet generals
    and restless loud white boys
    But time grew thin and the axis
    Was left somehow incomplete
    Where instead of child lions
    We found aging junkie sheep
    How many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"
    Left to ride them ever ghostly Arizona gusts
    Oh, cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps
    Sounding in the void
    High society vamps and 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, she's in my name now
    And the hounds are held at bay
    The axis needs a stronger arm
    Do you feel your muscles play?

    The doorstep blanket weaver
    Madonna she's pushing bells
    From house to house to house to house
    Giving last kisses and wishing well
    To every gypsy, mystic and all star hero
    That the kids might find the place
    Who've been lost forever to papa and mama
    On their weekends out in space
    Now the sons they search for fathers
    But their fathers have all gone
    The lost souls search for saviors
    But saviours don't last long
    Those aimless, questionless renegade brats
    Who live their lives in songs
    They run the length of a candle
    In a goodnight whisper and a puff 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, she's in my name now
    And the hounds are held at bay
    The axis needs a stronger arm
    Do you feel your muscles play?

    The missions are filled with hermits looking for a friend
    The terraces are filled with cat-men looking for a way in
    There are 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 grow on empty legends
    or lonely cradle songs
    'Cause Billy The Kid was just a bowery boy
    Who made his living twirling his guns"
    The night she's long, she's lanky
    She speaks in her mother tongue
    And lullabies the refugees
    With an amplifier's hum

    So break us now Big Mama
    As Old Faithful breaks the day
    Believe me, my sweet Linda,
    Oh, help is sure on the way
    The Confederacy, she's in my name now
    And the hounds are held at bay
    The axis needs a stronger arm
    Do you feel your muscles play?
    The Confederacy, she's in my name now
    And the hounds are held at bay
    The axis needs a stronger arm
    Do you feel your muscles play?

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