Orphan Of The Storm
Get off the plane at Kennedy
A dream in your heart
Though it's down in your boots
You got a couple of hundred quid in your pocket
And some addresses
In Woodside and the Bronx
And you fit in like a fist in a glove
With all the 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 wall, son,
Before you'd ever give up
And at night you're like a panther
Sleepin' with anyone you can
It's better than lyin' alone in the dark
Thinkin' of her with another man
But they'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 Bushmills
Wash it down with pints
Obliteration on the rocks
Then outa here in the dawn's hungover light
So you put her way behind you
You hardly think of her anymore
Well, maybe on a rainy Sunday night
You're the gangerman yourself now
Gotta new job downtown
Just like Bob says, "Every little thing's gonna be alright"
Then they blew you to sweet Jesus
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