Kevin Costner's Casino

(album: A Guided Tour Of Chicago - 1999)

Hey Kevin, exploitation's nothing new,
It's perfect disguise is your head dress and authentic moccasins,
You seemed just like a righteous man,
Exposing our great land for what is, the ultimate grand larceny.
But who would have thought that when you danced,
Dollar signs were in your eyes,
Above and beyond your large share in Hollywood.
You were a wolf in sheep's clothing to a wolf
And a people and your bad actions by far outweigh the good.
The theoretical "oh, we fucked over native americans"
Is no match for consciously stuffing your dick in.
Reservations are already a pathetic compensation
As are the 'rights' we grudgingly give them.
A casino could be the only way to rejuvenate
Collapsed economies of reservation indians.
But are profits from casinos enough compensation
For the fact that we stuffed a huge nation of people
Into a few tiny towns and raped and murdered their traditions,
Stole their land and beat them down?
The casinos are fucking corporate run,
And initial check for the use of sacred burial grounds
And the casino's fucking done giving back to the indians
Except for janitor jobs and garbage by the ton.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8!
And old Kevin is his own conglomerate.
Exploitation through a movie then through blackjack and roulette.
Don't attend or rent his shitty films,
Cuz his killing at the box office is not the only thing he has killed