I’m miss liberty, give me your junkies
Your irresponsible drummers
I’ve swept my halls clean of clean
Your kitchen raiders your wingtip dayrunners
Go plant your flags
And make your promise to my promised land
And we’ll make love to the new frontier
In the hot beach sand
You’ll hold me like a drowning man
You’ll come at me too human
And drag me down again and leave me
Broken like a spine
Split open like a melon dropped from a high, high place
Split open like a melon dropped from a high, high place
I like this country she’s like a whore
Who loves her junkies who loves all her sad outlaws
Lifting her skirt to tease and flirt with the wretched
Who’ve 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
You’ll come at me too human
And drag me down again and leave me
Broken like a spine
Split open like a melon dropped from a high, high place
Split open like a melon dropped from a high, high place
Split open like a melon dropped from a high, high place
