Don Henley: Workin it

Ah, its open season here my friend It always is; it always has been Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A. Were partying fools in the autumn of our heyday And though were running out of everything We cant afford to quit Before this binge is over Weve got to squeeze off one more hit Were 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 Were so busy covering our asses, we just cant commit Oh, back off, dont bother me, baby Cant you see Im workin it Workin it Its plain to see Miss Liberty has not yet come of age But, she loves to feed the animals as long as theyre locked up in the cage And everybody knows the girls got balls of brass Aw, kiss my ass (Solo) Weve 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 its just the predatory nature of the beast But, the barons in the balcony are laughing And pointing to the pit They say, Aw look, theyve grown accustomed to the smell Now, people love that shit And were 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 dont know who the enemy is You dont know You dont know who the enemy is Company man Eight for me, one for you (Workin it) Very fair Business as usual, business as usual