Liberty's no more a lady
and she'll shoo you from the door
she don't want your huddled masses
so don't come round here no more
build a brand new Checkpoint Charlie
so shiny and so new
then get on up there, sonny
and do what you have to do
from behind this ironed curtain
take aim at all newcomers
because the mines cannot distinguish
the fighters from the lovers
but up there in your barbican
you look through that rifle scope
best be ready to pull that trigger
fall in line or get the rope
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