America for Sale
They tell me there is nothin' that can't be bought or sold
You learn that at your mother's knee when you are five years old
Nothin' that you can't convert into a pot of gold
Somewhere on the trail
You pass the sign, "America For Sale"
The way it goes, you strike a pose and everythin' you share
And show in your portfolio we call it grin and bare
But after art comes business, and with business, business flair
In Harvard and in Yale
The signs all read, "America For Sale"
Take a walk down any Main Street where the neon towers rise
Cracklin' out their images; some even call them lies
But money follows money if you choose to advertise
You really cannot fail
Never, with America for sale
The hookers out on Broadway and the ladies of Des Moines
Offer up a platter of their tasty tenderloin
They'll give you heads or tails, and all you do is flip a coin
To touch the Holy Grail
The business is, "America For Sale"
You can see it in the movies, it comes as no surprise
As plain there in the makeup as it is MacDonald's fries
The very thing you love is the thing you most despise
Comin' at you through the mail
In a package marked, "America For Sale"
You learn that at your mother's knee when you are five years old
Nothin' that you can't convert into a pot of gold
Somewhere on the trail
You pass the sign, "America For Sale"
The way it goes, you strike a pose and everythin' you share
And show in your portfolio we call it grin and bare
But after art comes business, and with business, business flair
In Harvard and in Yale
The signs all read, "America For Sale"
Take a walk down any Main Street where the neon towers rise
Cracklin' out their images; some even call them lies
But money follows money if you choose to advertise
You really cannot fail
Never, with America for sale
The hookers out on Broadway and the ladies of Des Moines
Offer up a platter of their tasty tenderloin
They'll give you heads or tails, and all you do is flip a coin
To touch the Holy Grail
The business is, "America For Sale"
You can see it in the movies, it comes as no surprise
As plain there in the makeup as it is MacDonald's fries
The very thing you love is the thing you most despise
Comin' at you through the mail
In a package marked, "America For Sale"
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Writer(s): Trevor Midgley
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