Kevin Costner's Casino

The Lawrence Arms

Hey, Kevin, exploitation's nothing new

It's a perfect disguise

In 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 nothing back to the Indians

Except for janitor jobs and garbage by the ton (tough guy eight count)

And old Kevin is his own conglomerate

Exploitation through a movie, then through blackjack and roulette

Don't attend or rent his shitty films

'Cause his killing at the box office is not the only thing he has killed