Joe Vickers - Orphan Wells (live)

ORPHAN WELLS Here's to the living, here's to the leaving Here's to getting burnt by what you believe in If payback is what you're needing They'll get you high and call it even  Clinging to the words floating off her lips While eating from the hand that slowly grips As you get blacked out in the manuscript Visions swirl in a morphine drip What's a messenger to do When the memos is trapped  in a feedback loop? It’s a zero sum world guarded by a thin shell, Held hostage in a prison cell While the echoes of a lonely bell Ring from the depths of an orphan well You walked that promise down the aisle And threw rice confetti for the rank and file Now don’t be fooled by that glassy smile It looks a lot like snake oil in a vile The light bends in a sea of glitter Before it falls into a pile of litter Like Ralph bucks getting flushed down the shitter The future was sold to the highest bidder  The morality of man Was written on stolen land A broken truce, a bitter farewell Was bid adieu at the Bison Motel As we charge right through the gates of Hell All hope abandoned like an orphan well The artifacts lining the shelves Give compelling stories, They’re not mine to tell Left in the rotten remains Are the countless sites Yet to be reclaimed