Liberty Lounge
Steve Aungle, Billy Mackenzie
The story unfolds like the winter brings with her the snows
My friends, promise me one thing
You'll raise your glass high to the sign of Orion
In Liberty Lounge, they tell the best stories in town
They sing upstairs with Brando
Then he'll come round, and duet with Monroe
A car waits outside to take you uptown
To tattoo your mind
The air, perfumed and stirred
Set yourself free, free as a night bird
On a street down from Mars
Tell me what could I do?
I can visit a psychic, who can sing me the blues
Those Earthly blues