Am Am/G F The multitude assembled and tried to make the noise Am Am/G F Them blank blind poet generals and restless loud white boys Am Am/G F But time grew thin and the axis was left somehow incomplete C G Am Am/G F Where instead of child lions, they found agein' junkie sheep Am Am/G F And how many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust" Am Am/G F Oh left to ride them ever ghostly Arizona gusts Am Am/G F Cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps soundin' helpless in the void C G Am Am/G F Oh high society vamps and ex-heavyweight champs mistakin' soot for soil C G F C G F Oh so break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day C G F C G Believe me my good Linda, help is on the way Am Am/G F The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay Am Am/G Dm Em F The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play? Am Am/G F Am Am/G F Well the doorstep blanket weaver, Madonna she pushes bells Am Am/G F From house to house to house I see her givin' last kisses and wishin' wells Am Am/G F To every gypsy mystic and all-star that the kids might find a place C G Am Am/G F Who've lost for ever true fathers on their time travels out in space Am Am/G F Oh and the sons they search for fathers, but the fathers are all gone Am Am/G F The lost souls search for saviours, but saviours don't last long Am Am/G F Them aimless questless renegade brats who live their lives in songs C G Am Am/G F They run the length of a candle, and in a goodnight whisper and a puff they're gone C G F C G F Oh so break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day C G F C G Believe me my good Linda, help is on the way Am Am/G F The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay Am Am/G Dm Em F The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play? Am Am/G F Well now the missions are filled with hermits and they're all lookin' for a friend Am Am/G F And the terraces are filled with cat-men lookin' for a way in Am Am/G F These orphans lost up on silver mountains, jumped, jumped in alleyways Am Am/G Dm Em F They wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses, he takes in all the strays Am Am/G F And he told me, "don't grow on empty legends or lonely cradle songs Am Am/G F Because Billy the Kid was just a bowery boy who made a living twirlin' his guns Am Am/G F And the night she's long, she's lanky, and she speaks in a mother tongue" Am Am/G Dm Em F And he lullabied the refugees with an amplifier's hum C G F C G F Oh we could break us now big Mama as Old Faithful she breaks the day C G F C G Leave me, now, good Linda, the aurora will shine your way Am Am/G F The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay Am Am/G Dm Em F The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play? Am Am/G F The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay Am Am/G Dm Em F The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play? Questions, comments, insults...BlindTerry333
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