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 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 us down again You'll leave me broken like a spine Split open like a melon dropped from a high High place