Workin' It

歌詞

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 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