Ms. Liberty

Thank you very much Brooklyn

I'm Miss Liberty
Give me your junkies
Your irresponsible drummers
I've swept my house clean of clean
Your kitchen raiders, your wing-tipped day-runners

So 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 sands

Gonna hold me like I am a drowning man
And come at me too human, my love
And drag me down again and leave me

Broken like a spine
Split open like a melon that's been
Dropped from a high, high, high place
Broken like a spine
Split open like a melon that's been dropped
Dropped, dropped, dropped

I like this country, she's like a whore
Loves her junkies
She loves all her sad outlaws
She lifts up her skirt to tease and flirt
With the wretched who have washed up at her shores

So 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

Gonna hold me like I am a drowning man
Come at me too human, my love
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
Oh i have been dropped

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oh, oh yeah, yeah

A Dayna Kurtz song, thank You so much
Thank You very much, thats a Dayna Kurtz song
She lives right here in Brooklyn I think
I love her very much and uh
Covered her song on my record and then we actually toured together
I forgot i was gonna have to sing her song in front of her

Every night, it happened and then uh
When i played at South Paw with Eric Mcellen uh
Dayna came to the show there and I, and I was totally freaked out
Well i gotta sing your song, ok