LAST OF THE BLACKSMITHS

Who robbed the cradle, who robbed the grave Who's the one that asked to be saved No, no answer came I moved to the country that cried of shame I left my home and found a name No, nobody could explain Have mercy cried the blacksmith How you gonna replace human hands Found guilty said the judge For not being in demand Frozen fingers at the keyboard Could this be the big reward No, no answer came I brought up everybody to see for themselves They wouldn't believe it from no one else No, nobody could explain Dead tongues said the poet To the daughter of burlesque Cocteau, Van Gogh and Geronimo They used up what was left Cry wolf, said the martyr I don't believe I'm alive You're the hero said the mute And you're bound to survive