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