Ari Hest - Business Of America Lyrics
Faith is a victim of circumstanceIn this shallow ageIt doesn't stand a chanceJust when you think that it can't get worseThey will twist your wordsSo they sound perverseOh, can I believe in my America?Oh, in the business of AmericaGather up the goods like a good robotIt isn't what you areIt is what you gotPay no attention to the dying manIf he ain't got cashWe won't lend a handOh, can I believe in my AmericaOh, in the business of AmericaOh, that's the system at workEverybody's a jerkOh, can I believe in my AmericaOh, hard to believe in my AmericaOh, that's the system at workEverybody's a jerkGotta get the most, all that's mine, mine, mineAnd ignore the onesWho are left behind