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Orphan Of The Storm

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Page type: lyric reference Artist: Black 47 Canonical path: /black-47/orphan-of-the-storm Related lyric paths: 6
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Orphan Of The Storm

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Get off the plane at kennedy

Got a dream in your heart

Though it's down in your boots

Got a hundred quid in your pocket

And a couple of addresses

In woodside and the bronx

And you fit in like a fist in a glove

With the other hard chaws on the gang

Some are runnin' from themselves

Some are runnin' from god and man

And you drink to dull the memory

Of why you strayed from home

To the concrete fields of new york city

An orphan of the storm

The gangerman looks at you

Respect in his eyes

He knows you'll work until you drop

'cause there's a black rage eatin' away inside you

You'd walk through walls, son

Before you'd ever give up

And at night you're like a phantom

Nailin' every you one you can

It's better than lyin' awake in the dark

Thinkin' of her with another man

But she'll never take your dreams away

That's not why you've come

To the canyoned streets of new york city

An orphan of the storm

You only went back once

You just had to be sure

Kindness in her eyes

You saw only pity there

So drink up your jamesons whiskey

Wash it down with pints

Obliteration on the rocks

Then out of here in the dawn's hungover light

So you put her far behind you

You hardly think of her anymore

Well, maybe on a rainy sunday night

You're the gangerman yourself now

Got a new job down the trades

And every little thing's gonna be alright

Then they blew you to sweet jesus

On that grand september day

Not a cloud on your horizon

Your heart finally okay

But they couldn't take your dreams away

They were not for sale or loan

On the shattered streets of new york city

This orphan has finally come home

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