Everybody's on the circus train Well, some high, some jump off again And the razzmatazz is rolling, folk unveiled All truths to light, all nailed
high where the eagle circles Where he keeps his tail feathers And wonders, am I still a bird Or just a part of the
They hitch their covered wagons and they roll out Politics in the pockets of Sunday best Shakin' hands, babies for all that they're worth Oh, promise you gold, promise heaven on earth
Still, old bald eagle circle It's not the first time that seen His reflection in the eyes of become just another part of the machine Part of the
I I had an eagle like 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 the eagle flies They take that job offered on a plate They got to fly with the eagle and he won't
Lookin' down on the smoke and the Till the creeps up unseen see themselves in the faces of their children And they too are part of the machine of the machine
I wish I had an eagle you to wake up to He could be my wings to fly in a big sky Hey, let's be part of the machine, of the machine
of the machine, part of the machine I wanna be of your machine I wanna be of your machine Part of your machine, part of your