As the lights go down at the carnival and the last ride grinds to a stop All the bums are singing at the patterned glass in the church across the lot And all the thieves and the liers and the hypocrites that brought us down so low All pile past the coffin, man, like wolves out on a prowl And everyone has an alibi, no one was at the scene The only eulogy is written out in spray paint on the street Lady Libery, what the hell is happening? It seems like your torch - it don't burn for me(?) Your children are hungry, they can't find their way home Whatever happened to the dream And druggies(?) and the drunks and the burnout(?) punks Are wandering the streets Just looking for a fast(?)? of happiness To burn away their broken dreams While in a penthouse apartment in the high row(?) Standing high above the filth You know the promise land just wouldn't make a promise to someone else And the guns on the roof are silenced for now, but you still dont feel safe Until you're locked in your room, five floors up, man, planning your escape Lady libery, what the hell is happening? It seems like your torch - it don't burn for me(?) Your children are hungry, they can't find their way home Whatever happened to the dream Lady libery, what the hell is happening? It seems like your torch - it don't burn for me(?) Your children are hungry, they can't find their way home Whatever happened to the dream Whatever happened to the dream Whatever happened to the dream