Liberate Me for New Year's Eve - Theo Hakola

While every rich son of a bitch

is just getting richer

And the poor battered Cubs

have lost another good pitcher

While the fundamentalist fringe

lends its voice to the president

And the poor sink deeper

into disenfranchisement

While the heirs of Joe McCarthy

whine «witch hunt» without flinching

And save a ward of white power

from «a high-tech lynching» *

While their pet «uppity black»

strikes a pose and prays

And a lotta real uppity blacks are

spinning in their graves

Take my hand… Take my arm

Take my kiss… Make me warm

And liberate me for New Year’s Eve

While the clothes have no emperor

and image is the only noise

While boys still make the rules

and girls are back to being toys

Save a soft place for me

under your skin

Gimme shelter in your heart

In your flesh, deep in sin, a place to hide in

And all I want for Christmas

is to wrap you up

And make you

my sweater and my tie

Then I' Il be your shiny new chemistry set

and stuff your stocking with my heart

once more before we die

So take my hand… Take my arm

Take my kiss… Make me warm

And liberate me for New Year’s Eve

While Brando buys an island

just to be free

All I need is for you

to make love to me

If only once a year

then let it be

At the end and the beginning on

New Year’s Eve

Take my hand… Take my arm

Take my kiss… Make me warm

And liberate me for New Year’s Eve

Don’t let this harvest go to seed

For want of that miracle deed

That sweetest reason to believe

Oh liberate me for New Year’s Eve.