Ellis Island by The Extraordinaires Lyrics

Off the furthest harbor in the Adriatic Sea
Penniless, impractical and swept up in the breeze
All across the great Atlantic to a city that never sleeps
Tying knots into the cobalt sheets
One of many in a desperate fleet
Just a face among the weary and the weak

Out in open water in a berth I couldn't bare
Huddled down in steerage with a pen and time to spare
We arrived one foggy morning and Liberty greeted us there

Landing in Manhattan with my suitcase and a name
I was pushed off Ellis Island they were branded just the same
Now the Industry is waiting for a swift and deliberate change
With a note of introduction, two great men of high esteem
One is busy with production
The other trapped inside a dream

Swimming up that stream of people earning their commute
I was almost swept away under the wave of tailored suits
Standing in the wizard's waiting room
Awaiting in his waiting room
A young machinist in the empire
With a letter in his hand
An opportunist with the invite
Another pitfall in the sand
If it's war they want
We can bring it to their door
And if it's blood the want
Then they can have it all!

"And though you may not understand, the humor is American.."