Kevin Costner's Casino - The Lawrence Arms

Hey Kevin, exploitation’s nothing new, its perfect disguise is you

Your headdress and authentic moccasins

You seem just like a righteous man, exposing our great land

For what it is, the ultimate grand larceny

But who would have thought 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 the 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?

We stole the land and beat them down

The casinos are fucking corporate run and here’s a check for the use of sacred

burial grounds

Then the casino’s fucking done giving back to the Indian

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

Because his killing at the box office is not the only thing that he’s killed