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Artist: Patti Smith
Genres: Rock
Total songs: 7
Year: 1979

Citizen Ship Lyrics - Wave - Patti Smith

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 with 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. 

A lift. A lift. On your citizen ship. 

 

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. 

 

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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? 

 

Nothing. I got nothing. 

Jersey. 

Give me your tired, your poor 

Give me your huddled masses 

your wartorn 

Give me your wartorn and your 

Lift up your unto me. 

Ah, mythology. 

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