Don Henley – Workin It (Guitar)

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Ah, it's open season here my friend

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It always is; it always has been

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Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A.

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We're partying fools in the autumn of our heyday

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And though we're running out of everything

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 We can't afford to quit

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Before this binge is over

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We've got to squeeze off one more hit

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We're workin' it (Workin' it, workin' it)

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Workin' it (Workin' it)

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Soon you will be dancing face-to-face

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With the limits of ambition and the scars of the marketplace

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Welcome to the land of flame and fizz

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Where you will learn that packaging is all that heaven is

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We got the little black car, the little black dress

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Got the guru, the trainer, the full court press

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We got the software, hard drive, CD-ROM

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We got the exploitation.com

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We got the pager, cell phone, bootleg methaqualone

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The media, the message: you are what you own

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We got the agent, lawyer, lapdog, voyeur

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Talk show, book deal, round mouth, square meal

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 We're so busy covering our asses, we just can't commit

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You said "Oh, back off, don't bother me, baby

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 Can't you see I'm workin' it" (Workin' it, workin' it)

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Workin' it (Workin' it)

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 It's plain to see Miss Liberty has not yet come of age

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But, she loves to feed the animals as long as they're locked up in the cage

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And everybody knows the girl's got balls of brass, aw, kiss my ass

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We've got a whole new class of opiates

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To blunt the stench of discontent

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In these corporation nation-states

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Where the loudest live to trample on the least

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They say it's just the predatory nature of the beast

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But, the barons in the balcony are laughing

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And pointing to the pit

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They say, "Aw look, they've grown accustomed to the smell

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Now, people love that shit

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And we're workin' it." (Workin' it, workin' it)

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Workin' it (Workin' it)

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We got the short-term gain, the long-term mess

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We got the suffocating, quarterly consciousness

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 Yes man, run like a thief

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New York to Hollywood, hype and glory

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Special effects, no story

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 Yes man, run like a thief

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Workin' it

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Workin' it

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Well, you don't know who the enemy is

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You don't know

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You don't know who the enemy is

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Company man

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 "Eight for me, one for you"

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Workin' it

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"Very fair"

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Business as usual, business as usual