American Sport

Lyrics
Hangin' out some with my daughter And we were playin' with a quarter When she asked "Hey, Mama where have all the Eagles fled?" And so, I turned and asked some people "Hey, what's become of our American Eagle?" And they all passed Except one lady who said "They'd been killing Them for profit Shot from airplanes Whit machine guns Stuffed on mantels .- American Sport In a system of Private profit Where the profit Hasе no limit When the gold sings We all start to dancе Worry not While the fat Profiteer Fills his pants! Now on the other side's A picture Of a father On our country Stories tell - George was honest and true And he resolved a revolution Brought us peace and stable of union And his friend, Besty gave us Red, white and blue But the system's Private profit And the profit Has no limit They make more, dear By giving you less! Also you know That our heros Are not the Philosophers The Ecologists, or the Artists They're the - CAPITALISTS! O.K. Capitalism Without a - social conscience Is dangerous, and Inevitably, destructive And all the existing systems Are both idealistic and unrealistic But when success is pursued So avidly And symbols are imbued With security And there's an obsession To be first rather than righteous You make a lot of mistakes! But temptation Is often taken From the rib Of good intentions And we're developing A social conscience, I hope And I hope we realize That at tho we are a people Of different cultures We can co-operate with each other Because - WE'RE ALL LIVING AT THE SAME ADRESS C/O "EARTH" "And it's about the need But it ain't about the greed!"
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