The Lawrence Arms – Kevin Costner's Casino lyrics

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