Ari Hest Business of America song lyrics

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