From his 1989 album New York. The icy stare of the amoral observer can, sometimes, give rise to a compassionate voice then tip over into social commentary - and even politics tinged with outrage. Here the outrage is vividly explicit.
"Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor I'll piss on 'em
That's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses
Let's club 'em to death
And get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard"