Rancid Follow

Lady Liberty, come down and plea to me
I want nothing to do with your crazy world
Broken promises, those poor noises
are bringin' it by the time for all the famine and the law
From the conscious to the ozarks to shouted sandinista

Lady Liberty, come down and plea to me
You had me to believe that the streets are paved in gold
Storming _ west, then the cold hits
Then I come to find that the streets aren't paved at all
From the conscious to the ozarks to shouted sandinista
From the conscious to the ozarks to shouted sandinista

From the Kremlin to Afghanistan to the forgotten ones
She offers it confusion to distraught refugees
In the fields of poison ivy, through the famine and disease
You bled my loyalty

Lady Liberty, come down and plea to me
You had me to believe that the streets are paved in gold
All you tell me not to worry
About the short comings of lives and the high cost of living
From the conscious to the ozarks to shouted sandinista
From the conscious to the ozarks to shouted sandinista
Shouted sandinista