Orphan from Madrid (Guernica)

[Verse 1]
I am an orphan from Madrid
I pass my nights in search of homes
And though the people try to keep me hid
And preach against me, I am never alone
I am the black sheep huddled in a sad café
Arguing with Aphrodite to forsake her name
Late at night we listen to the radio
For a song that I used to sing so long ago
And I tell to her all of my foreign dreams
And who will find for me a home?

[Verse 2]
When I was young I moved to Rome
With a dog who tagged along, I knew his dreams
To the ancient city built on bones
And all those temples built to gods obscene
I am the black-shirted knight who plays the game
Though the left-winged newspapers slander my name
They'll learn the pen is not always stronger than the sword
And that thoughts are not always put down with words
I search the streets for the order that chaos brings
And who will find for me a home?

[Verse 3]
And so I moved north to Cologne
And Bonn and Munich where I could spend the spring
In many places my light has shown
That golden box to which I now hold the strings
In the blackened night those stars will appear
Those dim-lit cellars cry out, calling with their beer
I spend my afternoons walking at the zoo
All those birds of carnage caged and crying turn me loose
A crowd of people can never think alone
And who will find for me a home?

[Outro]
I am an orphan from Madrid
And who will find for me a home?