Song parody of
Citizen Ship
by Patti Smith Group
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I was nothing. It didn't matter to me
Ah, there were tags all over my sleeve
There was water outside the windows
And children in the streets [ ] rats with tags
Ain't got a passport
Ain't got my real name
Ain't got a chance, sport, at fortune and fame
And I walk these endless streets, won't you give me a lift
They were rioting in Chicago, movement in L.A
Sixty-eight it broke up the Yardbirds
We were broke as well
Took it underground, M.C. borderline, up against the wall
The wall. The wall
Show your papers, boy
Citizen ship we got mem'ries
Stateless, they got shame
Cast adrift from the citizen ship
Lifeline denied, exiled this castaway
Blind alley in New York City, in a foreign embrace
If you're hungry you're not too particular about what you'll taste
Men in uniform gave me vinegar, spoon of misery
But what the hell, I fell, I fell
It doesn't matter to me
Citizen ship we got mem'ries
Citizen ship, we got pain
Cast adrift from the citizen ship
Lifeline denied, exiled this castaway
I was caught like a moth with its wings outta sync
Cut the chord. Overboard. Just a refugee
Lady liberty, lend a hand to me, I've been cast adrift
Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift
On the citizen ship we got mem'ries
Citizen ship, we got pain
Lose your grip on the citizen ship
You're cast, you're cast away
On the citizen ship you got mem'ry
Citizen ship you got pain
Citizen ship you got identity
A name. A name. A name...
What's your name, son?
What's your name?
What's your name?
I was nothing. It didn't matter to me
Ah, there were tags all over my sleeve
There was water outside the windows
And children in the streets [ ] rats with tags
Ain't got a passport
Ain't got my real name
Ain't got a chance, sport, at fortune and fame
And I walk these endless streets, won't you give me a lift
They were rioting in Chicago, movement in L.A
Sixty-eight it broke up the Yardbirds
We were broke as well
Took it underground, M.C. borderline, up against the wall
The wall. The wall
Show your papers, boy
Citizen ship we got mem'ries
Stateless, they got shame
Cast adrift from the citizen ship
Lifeline denied, exiled this castaway
Blind alley in New York City, in a foreign embrace
If you're hungry you're not too particular about what you'll taste
Men in uniform gave me vinegar, spoon of misery
But what the hell, I fell, I fell
It doesn't matter to me
Citizen ship we got mem'ries
Citizen ship, we got pain
Cast adrift from the citizen ship
Lifeline denied, exiled this castaway
I was caught like a moth with its wings outta sync
Cut the chord. Overboard. Just a refugee
Lady liberty, lend a hand to me, I've been cast adrift
Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift
On the citizen ship we got mem'ries
Citizen ship, we got pain
Lose your grip on the citizen ship
You're cast, you're cast away
On the citizen ship you got mem'ry
Citizen ship you got pain
Citizen ship you got identity
A name. A name. A name...
What's your name, son?
What's your name?
What's your name?
