Lady Liberty, come down and bleed for me I want nothing to do with your crazy world
Broken promises, so full of nonsense Are blanketed by the time I was all abandoned and alone From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista
Lady Liberty, come down and bleed on me You want me to believe that the streets are paved in gold
Some tenderness, then the cold hits And then I come to find that the streets aren't paved at all From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista From the Kremlin to Afghanistan to our forgotten homes The orphans in confusion, to discharged refugees In the fields of poison ivy, through the famine and disease You bled my loyalty
Lady Liberty, come down and bleed for me You want me to believe that the streets are paved in gold
Oh, you're telling me, not to worry About the short-comes of lies And the high cost of living From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista