Song For Orphans Bruce Springsteen Lyrics: Well, the multitude assembled and tried to make the noise And 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're left to ride them 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 Givin' last kisses and wishin' well To every gypsy mystic hero That the kids might find a place Who've been lost forever to ...