My Bare Hands

Tonight I'm going

To New York city

The place I'll call my home

And tonight I'm going where the climate's shitty

Where I won't feel so alone

And I will build it up right from the ground

With my own bare hands

Until the sun doth set

On the silhouette of this broken promise land

Tonight I'm leaving

For old Manhattan

The place where I was born

And I will fight for hope

Like a peaceful baron

With Broadway lights forlorn

And as the buildings weep

I will not sleep

Until I dry their tears

And I will not rest 'til east and west side

Thunder with the cheers

For the land we hold so dear

Let's go

Have a good time

I'll build it up

Right from the ground

With my own bare hands

'Til the sun doth set

On the silhouette

Of this broken promise land