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