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作词 : Ian Anderson

作曲 : Ian Anderson

Everybody's jumping on the circus train

Some jump high, some jump off again

And the razzmatazz is rolling, women folk unveiled

All truths to light, all crosses nailed

Aiming high where the eagle circles

Where he keeps his tail feathers clean

And wonders am I still a free bird

Or just a part of the machine

They hitch their covered wagons and they roll out west

Politics in the pockets of their Sunday best

Shaking hands, kissing babies for all that they're worth

Oh, they promise you gold, promise heaven on earth

Still, that old bald eagle circles

It's not the first time that he's seen

His reflection in the eyes of innocence

He's become just another part of the machine

Part of the machine

I wish I had an eagle like you

To look up to

He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky

Up above the whole machine

Part of the machine

Smart guys aren't running, they're home and dry

Up in the mountains where the eagle flies

They wouldn't take that job offered on a plate

They gotta fly with the eagle and he won't wait

Looking down on the smoke and the factories

'Til the truth creeps up unseen

They see themselves in the faces of their children

And realize they too are part of the machine

Part of the machine

I wish I had an eagle like you

To wake up to

He could be my wings to fly

In a big bird sky

Hey, let's be part of the machine

Part of the machine

Part of the machine