Business of America

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