Working It Lyrics & Tabs by Don Henley
Working It
guitar chords lyrics
Ah, itâ? s open season here my friend
It always is; it always has been
Welcome, welcome to the u.s.a.
Weâ? re partying fools in the autumn of our heyday
And though weâ? re running out of everything
We canâ? t afford to quit
Before this binge is over
Weâ? ve got to squeeze off one more hit
Weâ? re workinâ? it
Workinâ? 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
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
Weâ? re so busy covering our asses, we just canâ? t commit
¡�°oh, back off, donâ? t bother me, baby
Canâ? t you see Iâ? m workinâ? it
Workinâ? it
Itâ? s plain to see miss liberty has not yet come of age
But, she loves to feed the animals as long as theyâ? re locked up in the cage
And everybody knows the girlâ? s got balls of brass
Aw, kiss my ass
(solo)
Weâ? 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 itâ? 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, theyâ? ve grown accustomed to the smell
Now, people love that shit
And weâ? re workinâ? it.
Workinâ? 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
Workinâ? it
Workinâ? it
Well, you donâ? t know who the enemy is
You donâ? t know
You donâ? t know who the enemy is
Company man
Eight for me, one for you
(workinâ? it)
Very fair
Business as usual, business as usual
