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