Last Of The Blacksmiths

(专辑： Cahoots - 1971)

Who robbed the cradle, who robbed the grave
Who's the one that asked to be saved
No, wo-wo-wo 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're 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
Brought up everybody to see for themselves
They wouldn't believe it from no one else
No, nobody could explain

Dead tongue 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