Thrush Hermit Oh My Soul!
Have you seen Mrs. Boy?Have you seen Mr. Girl?
He's the one who got the looks
And she's the one who got the curls
Get her on the phone
Tell him get his ass back home
He's out looking for a love because she feels so all
alone
And the bleeding night club band that they went down
there to see
With their scrawny little hands
They ring the bells of liberty
Oh my soul
I'm not like that
She never learned how to love
To teach him how to love
And now he's staring at the floor and she's in the clouds
above
The airport hotel bar, that's where they want to be
Throw the money in the jar and ring the bells of liberty
