Miss Liberty - Dayna Kurtz from Postcards from Downtown

I'm Miss Liberty
Give me your junkies
your irresponsible drummers
Iíve 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 weíll make love to the new frontier
In the hot beach sand

Youíll hold me like a drowning man
And come at me too human and then
Drag me down again and leave me

Broken like a spine
Split open like a melon thatís been
Dropped from a high high place
Broken like a spine
Split open like a melon thatís been dropped

I like this country sheís 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 someoneís god
Takes us in like immigrants
And weíll make love in the leftover light
Of heavenís tenements

Youíll 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 thatís been
Dropped from a high high place
Broken like a spine
Split open like a melon thatís been dropped

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