The Extraordinaires - Ellis Island 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.."