(Don Henley/Frank Simes/Stan Lynch)
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Ah, it's open season here my friend
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It always is; it always has been
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Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A.
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We're partying fools in the autumn of our heyday
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And though we're running out of everything
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We can't afford to quit
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Before this binge is over
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We've got to squeeze off one more hit
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We're workin' it
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Workin' it
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Soon you will be dancing face-to-face
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With the limits of ambition and the scars of the marketplace
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Welcome to the land of flame and fizz
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Where you will learn that packaging is all that heaven is
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We got the little black car, the little black dress
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Got the guru, the trainer, the full court press
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We got the software, hard drive, CD-ROM
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We got the exploitation.com
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We got the pager, cell phone, bootleg methaqualone
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The media, the message: you are what you own
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We got the agent, lawyer, lapdog, voyeur
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Talk show, book deal, round mouth, square meal
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We're so busy covering our asses, we just can't commit
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"Oh, back off, don't bother me, baby
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Can't you see I'm workin' it"
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Workin' it
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It's plain to see Miss Liberty has not yet come of age
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But, she loves to feed the animals as long as they're locked up in the cage
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And everybody knows the girl's got balls of brass
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Aw, kiss my ass
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[Solo]
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We've got a whole new class of opiates
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To blunt the stench of discontent
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In these corporation nation-states
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Where the loudest live to trample on the least
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They say it's just the predatory nature of the beast
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But, the barons in the balcony are laughing
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And pointing to the pit
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They say, "Aw look, they've grown accustomed to the smell
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Now, people love that shit
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And we're workin' it."
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Workin' it
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We got the short-term gain, the long-term mess
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We got the suffocating, quarterly consciousness
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Yes man, run like a thief
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New York to Hollywood, hype and glory
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Special effects, no story
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Yes man, run like a thief
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Workin' it
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Workin' it
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Well, you don't know who the enemy is
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You don't know
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You don't know who the enemy is
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Company man
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"Eight for me, one for you"
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(Workin' it)
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"Very fair"
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Business as usual, business as usual
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Workin' It
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| Don Henley |
