Black 47 - Orphan Of The Storm Lyrics
Get off the plane at KennedyGot a dream in your heartThough it's down in your bootsGot a hundred quid in your pocketAnd a couple of addressesIn Woodside and the BronxAnd you fit in like a fist in a gloveWith the other hard chaws on the gangSome are runnin' from themselvesSome are runnin' from God and manAnd you drink to dull the memoryOf why you strayed from homeTo the concrete fields of New York CityAn orphan of the stormThe gangerman looks at youRespect in his eyesHe knows you'll work until you drop'Cause there's a black rage eatin' away inside youYou'd walk through walls, sonBefore you'd ever give upAnd at night you're like a phantomNailin' every you one you canIt's better than lyin' awake in the darkThinkin' of her with another manBut she'll never take your dreams awayThat's not why you've comeTo the canyoned streets of New York CityAn orphan of the stormYou only went back onceYou just had to be sureKindness in her eyesYou saw only pity thereSo drink up your Jamesons whiskeyWash it down with pintsObliteration on the rocksThen out of here in the dawn's hungover lightSo you put her far behind youYou hardly think of her anymoreWell, maybe on a rainy Sunday nightYou're the gangerman yourself nowGot a new job down the TradesAnd every little thing's gonna be alrightThen they blew you to sweet JesusOn that grand September dayNot a cloud on your horizonYour heart finally okayBut they couldn't take your dreams awayThey were not for sale or loanOn the shattered streets of New York CityThis orphan has finally come home
