Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Workin' It , by - Don Henley. Release date: 22.05.2000
Song language: English
Workin' It |
| Ah, it’s open season here my friend |
| It always is; |
| it always has been |
| Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A |
| We’re partying fools in the autumn of our heyday |
| And though we’re running out of everything |
| We can’t afford to quit |
| Before this binge is over |
| We’ve got to squeeze off one more hit |
| We’re 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 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 |
| We’re so busy covering our asses, we just can’t commit |
| «Oh, back off, don’t bother me, baby |
| Can’t you see I’m workin' it? |
| Workin' it |
| It’s plain to see Miss Liberty has not yet come of age |
| But, she loves to feed the animals as long as they’re locked up in the cage |
| And everybody knows the girl’s got balls of brass |
| Aw, kiss my ass |
| We’ve 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 it’s just the predatory nature of the beast |
| But, the barons in the balcony are laughing |
| And pointing to the pit |
| They say, «Aw look, they’ve grown accustomed to the smell |
| Now, people love that shit |
| And we’re 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 don’t know who the enemy is |
| You don’t know |
| You don’t know who the enemy is |
| Company man |
| Eight for me, one for you? |
| (Workin' it) |
| Very fair? |
| Business as usual, business as usual |