Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Crosby
David Crosby
Vocals
Mai Agan
Mai Agan
Bass
Michelle Willis
Michelle Willis
Keyboards
Jeff Pevar
Jeff Pevar
Guitar
Steve Distanislao
Steve Distanislao
Drums
James Raymond
James Raymond
Keyboards
Andrew Ford
Andrew Ford
Bass
Dean Parks
Dean Parks
Electric Guitar
Greg Leisz
Greg Leisz
Pedal Steel Guitar
Steve Postell
Steve Postell
Acoustic Guitar
Steve Tavaglione
Steve Tavaglione
EWI
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Crosby
David Crosby
Songwriter
James Raymond
James Raymond
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's built to impress you and it works like that All that white marble and the guards at the door The metal detector, the following eyes Geometric patterns covering the floor The symbols of power, eagles and flags Attendants, assistants moving like sharks Through crowds of citizens, patriotic souls Visiting the capitol and National Parks And you think to yourself This is where it happens They run the whole damned thing from here Money to burn Filling up their pockets Where no one can see And no one can hear I wonder what they say, say to each other How do they think, what do they feel When they come out of those rooms And put on their faces Is anything they say to the cameras real? They come for the power for power they stay And they'll do anything to keep it that way They'll ignore the constitution And hide behind the scenes Anything to stay a part of the machine And you think to yourself This is where it happens They run the whole damned thing from here Money to burn Filling up their pockets Where no one can see And no one can hear And the votes are just pieces of paper And they sneer at the people who voted And they laugh as the votes were not counted And the will of the people was noted And completely ignored And you think to yourself This is where it happens They run the whole damned thing from here Money to burn Filling up their pockets Where no one can see And no one can hear And you think to yourself This is where it happens They run the whole damned thing from here Money to burn Filling up their pockets Where no one can see And no one can hear Instrumental
Writer(s): James John Raymond, David Van Cortlandt Crosby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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