Ah, it's open season here my friendbr It always is; it always has beenbr Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A.br We're partying fools in the autumn of our heydaybr And though we're running out of everythingbr We can't afford to quitbr Before this binge is overbr We've got to squeeze off one more hitbr We're workin' itbr Workin' itbr br Soon you will be dancing face-to-facebr With the limits of ambition and the scars of the marketplacebr Welcome to the land of flame and fizzbr Where you will learn that packaging is all that heaven isbr br We got the little black car, the little black dressbr Got the guru, the trainer, the full court pressbr We got the software, hard drive, CD-ROMbr We got the exploitation.combr We got the pager, cell phone, bootleg methaqualonebr The media, the message: you are what you ownbr We got the agent, lawyer, lapdog, voyeurbr Talk show, book deal, round mouth, square mealbr br We're so busy covering our asses, we just can't commitbr “Oh, back off, don't bother me, babybr Can't you see I'm workin' it”br Workin' itbr br It's plain to see Miss Liberty has not yet come of agebr But, she loves to feed the animals as long as they're locked up in the cagebr And everybody knows the girl's got balls of brassbr Aw, kiss my assbr br (Solo)br We've got a whole new class of opiatesbr To blunt the stench of discontentbr In these corporation nation-statesbr Where the loudest live to trample on the leastbr They say it's just the predatory nature of the beastbr br But, the barons in the balcony are laughingbr And pointing to the pitbr They say, “Aw look, they've grown accustomed to the smellbr Now, people love that shitbr And we're workin' it.