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