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