LADY LIBERTY
Rancid


Lady Liberty, come down and bleed to me
I want nothing to do with your crazy world
Broken promises, those poor noises
Are bringing it by the time all abandoned and alone
From the conscience to the inside to shouted Sandinista

Lady Liberty, come down and bleed to me
You had me to beleive that the streets are paved in gold
Some intend less than the coldness 
And then I come to find that the streets aren't paved at all
From the conscience to the inside to shouted Sandinista
From the conscience to the inside to shouted Sandinista

From the Kremlin to Afghanistan to all forgotten ones
The opposite confusion to distraught refugees
And the filth of poison ivy through the famine and disease
You bled my loyalty

Lady Liberty, come down and bleed to me
You had me to beleive that the streets are paved in gold
All you tell me not to worry about the short comes of lives
And high cost of living
From the conscience to the inside to shouted Sandinista
From the conscience to the inside to shouted Sandinista...
Shouted Sandinista!