Tytuł: Workin it

• Wykonawca: Don Henley
• Wyświetleń: 262

  
   Ah, it’s open season here my friend
  It always is; it always has been
  Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A.
  We’re partying fools in the autumn of our heyday
  And though we’re running out of everything
  We can’t afford to quit
  Before this binge is over
  We’ve got to squeeze off one more hit
  We’re workin’ it
  Workin’ it
  
  Soon you will be dancing face-to-face
  With the limits of ambition and the scars of the marketplace
  Welcome to the land of flame and fizz
  Where you will learn that packaging is all that heaven is
  
  We got the little black car, the little black dress
  Got the guru, the trainer, the full court press
  We got the software, hard drive, CD-ROM
  We got the exploitation.com
  We got the pager, cell phone, bootleg methaqualone
  The media, the message: you are what you own
  We got the agent, lawyer, lapdog, voyeur
  Talk show, book deal, round mouth, square meal
  
  We’re so busy covering our asses, we just can’t commit
  “Oh, back off, don’t bother me, baby
  Can’t you see I’m workin’ it”
  Workin’ it
  
  It’s plain to see Miss Liberty has not yet come of age
  But, she loves to feed the animals as long as they’re locked up in the
  cage
  And everybody knows the girl’s got balls of brass
  Aw, kiss my ass
  
  (Solo)
  
  We’ve got a whole new class of opiates
  To blunt the stench of discontent
  In these corporation nation-states
  Where the loudest live to trample on the least
  They say it’s just the predatory nature of the beast
  
  But, the barons in the balcony are laughing
  And pointing to the pit
  They say, “Aw look, they’ve grown accustomed to the smell
  Now, people love that shit
  And we’re workin’ it.”
  Workin’ it
  
  We got the short-term gain, the long-term mess
  We got the suffocating, quarterly consciousness
  Yes man, run like a thief
  
  New York to Hollywood, hype and glory
  Special effects, no story
  Yes man, run like a thief
  
  Workin’ it
  Workin’ it
  
  Well, you don’t know who the enemy is
  You don’t know
  You don’t know who the enemy is
  
  Company man
  “Eight for me, one for you”
  (Workin’ it)
  “Very fair”
  Business as usual, business as usual