American Sport

Lyrics for American Sport

Hangin' out I'm with my daughter And we were playing with a boy 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 on lady who said "They've been killing them for profit Shot from airplanes with machine guns Stop demand of American sport" In a system of private profit Where the profit has no limit When the gold sings We all start to dance Worry not Whether the fat profiteer feels his pain Now on the side It's a picture Of the father Of our country Stories tell George was honest and true He was onto revolution Always stated his point of view And his fan, Betsey, gave us red, white, and blue But the system's Private profit And the profit has no limit And they caught you by giving you less Oh, so you know that our heroes Are not the philosophers, the ecologists, or the artists They're the capitalists! Yeah Okay, Capitalism And our social conscience Is dangerous and inevitably destructive All the existing systems of both idealistic and unrealistic Who 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 river of good intentions And we're developing a social conscience, I hope And I hope that we realize Although we are a people of different cultures We can cooperate with each other Because We're all living at the same address Care of Earth And it's about the need But it ain't about the greed