I want nothing to do with your crazy world Broken promises, just poor annoyances I am branded by that time, all abandoned and alone From the contras to the upstarts to shouting Sandanista
Lady Liberty, come down and bleed on me You had me to believe that the streets are paved in gold Storming (terrorists?), then the cold hits Then I come to find that the streets aren't paved at all From the contras to the upstarts to shoutin Sandanista From the contras to the upstarts to shoutin Sandanista
From the Kremlin to Afghanistan to the forgotten ones The orphans in confusion, to distraught refugees In the fields of poison ivy, through the famine and disease You bled my loyalty
Lady Liberty, come down and bleed on me You had me to believe that the streets are paved in gold Ohh you tell me, not to worry About the shortcomings of lives and the high cost of living From the contras to the upstarts to shoutin Sandanistas From the contras to the upstarts to shoutin Sandanistas
