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