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 exploitation.com   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      (solo)   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