Liberty Belle Songtext

Jack and Jill went down the hill
And they took all the pills that their Momma spilled
Loved to swill what they spill
I love you because I am ill

He said Liberty Belle
She said well I wish you well
He said we're going to Hell
She said

1,2,3,4 on the floor
And you look just like my Mother's whore
Torn between the biggest score
I love you because you are poor

He said Liberty Belle
She said I wish you well
He said we're better off dead
She said
Her head's like the Liberty Belle
Big, cracked, ready to sell
Throw your thoughts in the wishing well
And you take liberty with the liberty gal