1998, Shipyards, ChaniaYou're not going to hear'em stand there and look at the stars as big as holes in the arms and the stars like a back truck electric flag and I'm standing there under that flag with your carbine between my legs, you know I felt so free of death beyond me, I felt so free and the F.B.I.'s looking for me baby, but they'll never gonna find me, no, they can hunt me down like a dog and I'm still on the run and they can speculate what I'm feeling, but daddy, daddy you'll never know just what I was feeling and I'll tell you, I am no little pretty little rich girl, I am nobody's million dollar baby, I am nobody's Patsy anymore, I'm nobody's million dollar baby, I'm nobody's Patsy anymore, and I feel. So. Free.
~ Patti Smith, "Hey Joe"
