Roll the blankets, we’re leaving   Running from memory   Hide behind our thinking   And hope to God that Hell will set us free      A woman gave tooth for a child   While Hercules bandaged his hands   The flesh was torn and bleeding   At his feet lay the mother in the sand      Let’s Feed the orphans   Cut with a razor blade   All of the ties we made   But if we can’t save the orphans   Let the wingtips of the angels brush their eyes      I’ll tear the river up by the roots of good and evil   I’ll talk water with a dry man until he’s drunk   I’ll separate observation from preconception   In a world where preconception takes the stage   But I guess that’s just a symptom of our age      Let’s Feed the orphans   Cut with a razor blade   All of the ties we made   But if we can’t save the orphans   Let the wingtips of the angels brush their eyes