Business Of America Lyrics

Faith is a victim of circumstance

In this shallow age

It doesn?t stand a chance

Just when you think that it can?t get worse

They will twist your words

So they sound perverse

Oh, can I believe in my America?

Oh, in the business of America

Gather up the goods like a good robot

It isn?t what you are

It is what you got

Pay no attention to the dying man

If he ain?t got cash

We won?t lend a hand

Oh, can I believe in my America

Oh, in the business of America

Oh, that?s the system at work

Everybody?s a jerk

Oh, can I believe in my America

Oh, hard to believe in my America

Oh, that?s the system at work

Everybody?s a jerk

Gotta get the most, all that?s mine, mine, mine

And ignore the ones

Who are left behind