Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Liberty Lies, artist - David Baerwald. Album song Bedtime Stories, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1989
Record label: A&M
Song language: English
Liberty Lies |
| We’ve got a different kind of murder out here |
| The man on my TV said |
| A random kind of feeling starts to fill the air |
| And we’re left here to count the dead |
| The next channel over |
| Some ladies were talking |
| From the Committee of Oh My God |
| A woman stood up |
| Started screaming about Satan |
| The audience roared with applause |
| And a pollyanna shouted |
| A pollyanna cried |
| A pollyanna leapt up |
| With that sorrow in her eyes |
| We’ve got liberty lies and refugees |
| Big brass bands and amputees |
| But there’s hope for the hopeless |
| If there’s hope for me |
| 'cause baby I’ve been crawling |
| I been crawling |
| Liberty, lies and refugees |
| And trembling hands and shaky knees |
| But there’s homes for the homeless |
| If there’s a home for me |
| 'cause baby I been crawling |
| On the cable news network |
| A fireman sobs |
| Tears make tracks through the ash |
| I look out my window |
| To see if I’m being robbed |
| See an overcoat ploughing through the trash |
| We got Kentucky Fried Chicken |
| We got an empty soup can |
| We got noodles and rice from the cafe |
| A man selling god |
| Appears quoting scriptures |
| The same way he does everyday |
| We got pollyanna shouting |
| And pollyanna cries |
| We got pollyannas leaping |
| With that sorrow in their eyes |
| We’ve got liberty lies and refugees |
| And big brass bands and amputees |
| But there’s hope for the hopeless |
| If there’s hope for me |
| 'cause baby I’ve been crawling |
| Liberty, lies and refugees |
| And trembling hands and shaky knees |
| But there’s homes for the homeless |
| If there’s a home for me |
| 'cause baby I been crawling |
| It’s like I’m walking through rome |
| Tenements all torn apart |
| Instead of Nero |
| We got Madonna |
| She’s fiddling with herself |
| Phrases and faces keep coming on through |
| Put 'em on a microscope try to see 'em through |
| Spin 'em round this way and spin 'em round that |
| But there’s birds in the air with long claws |