Letra de 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