| You bend it, you shape it, you squeeze and then you rape it | |
| You just don't know what you really do | |
| For money, for power, each minute of the hour | |
| You just can't see that your lie shines through | |
| A legend, a story, a fight for love and glory | |
| Takes place all the time, according to the news | |
| A picture, a photo, a close-up or a total | |
| You just don't care if a victim dies on you | |
| A killer, a rapist, a dangerous escapist | |
| You'd rather see the story, than see the justice to be done | |
| A boozer, a junkie, a sex-molested monkey | |
| I just don't get it, is something wrong with you? | |
| A winner, a sinner, a big expensive dinner | |
| There is no end to your lack of common sense | |
| A warzone, a dryzone, got people out of their home | |
| A kill, a thrill, you don't care if you lie | |
| You have to sell, to keep your job alive | |
| As cold as ice, you don't care if they cry | |
| There's no remorse, even when they die | |
| It's on the streets, the press is loose | |
| Everytime the day breaks through | |
| The news today will make its way | |
| And somehow find its way to you | |
| A model, a rock star, the wrecking of a fast car | |
| You get more famous when you're dying on the news | |
| A hijack, a stockcrack, a politician's sexlack | |
| A kill, a thrill, you don't care if you lie | |
| You have to sell, to keep your job alive | |
| As cold as ice, you don't care if they cry | |
| There's no remorse, even when they die | |
| It's on the streets, the press is loose | |
| Everytime the day breaks through | |
| The news today will make its way | |
| And somehow find its way to you |