Miss Liberty

I'm Miss Liberty
 Give me your junkies
 Your irresponsible drummers
 I've swept my house clean on clean
 Your kitchen raiders, your wingtip, day runners
 Go plant your flags and make your
 Promise to my promised land
 And we'll make love to the new frontier
 In hot beach sands
 You'll hold me like a drowning man
 You come at me too human and then
 Drag me down again and leave me
 Broken like a spine
 Split open like a melon that's been
 Dropped from a high, high place
 Broken like a spine
 Split open like a melon that's been dropped
 I like this country, she's like a whore
 Who loves her junkies
 Who loves all her sad outlaws
 Lifts up her skirt to tease and flirt
 With the wretched who have washed up at her shores
 When we die, I hope someone's God
 Takes us in like immigrants
 And we'll make love in the leftover light
 Of heaven's tenements
 You'll hold me like a drowning man
 And come at me too human
 Drag me down again and leave me
 Broken like a spine
 Split open like a melon that's been
 Dropped from a high, high place
 Broken like a spine
 Split open like a melon that's been dropped
 Yes
 Yeah
 Yeah
 Yeah
 Yes