Everybody's jumpin' on the train Well, jump high, some jump off again And the razzmatazz is rolling, folk unveiled All to light, all crosses nailed
Aiming high the eagle circles Where he keeps his tail feathers And wonders, am I a free bird Or just a of the machine
They hitch their wagons and they roll out west Politics in the of their Sunday best Shakin' hands, kissin' babies for all that worth Oh, they promise you gold, promise on earth
Still, that old bald eagle not the first time that he's seen His reflection in the of innocence become just another part of the machine Part of the
I wish I had an eagle you to look up to He could be my to fly in a big bird sky Up the whole machine
Smart guys aren't runnin', they're and dry Up in the mountains where the eagle They wouldn't take that job offered on a They got to fly the eagle and he won't wait
Lookin' on the smoke and the factories the truth creeps up unseen They see in the faces of their children And realize they too are of the machine of the machine
I wish I had an like you to wake up to He could be my wings to fly in a big sky Hey, let's be part of the machine, part of the
Part of the machine, part of the I wanna be part of your I wanna be of your machine Part of your machine, of your machine