Last Of The Blacksmiths - The Band

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