My Bare Hands

Tonight I'm goingTo New York cityThe place I'll call my homeAnd tonight I'm going where the climate's shittyWhere I won't feel so aloneAnd I will build it up right from the groundWith my own bare handsUntil the sun doth setOn the silhouette of this broken promise landTonight I'm leavingFor old ManhattanThe place where I was bornAnd I will fight for hopeLike a peaceful baronWith Broadway lights forlornAnd as the buildings weepI will not sleepUntil I dry their tearsAnd I will not rest 'til east and west sideThunder with the cheersFor the land we hold so dearLet's goHave a good timeI'll build it upRight from the groundWith my own bare hands'Til the sun doth setOn the silhouetteOf this broken promise land