I Got the News Blues
Heard them say
It’s an information explosion
A veritable feast from the chosen
Implosion, corrosion symposium
Round the clock news coverage
Underage plunderage.
Thunder-age,
Hunger-age.
Got you on the edge of your seat
Waiting for one to press delete
Wondering about tomorrow?
Here today, gone to sorrow
Got you on the edge of your seat
It’s the enemy we need to defeat
We’re all up in arms
Not with guns or mortar
About something some reporter
Importer, distorter
Coming to you from headquarters
With script in hand
Smiling faces, showcases
This is breaking news
Heard it all before
Give me the blues
They go well with the news.
Got you on the edge of your seat
Fears quite an aphrodisiac
Even for a maniac
Manias its’ own brand of crazy
Upsidaisy, theocracy, hypocrisy
Raised on the flavory
It’s awesome savory
Hear, Hear
Breaking news here
Take a seat
It’s about to begin
Kingpin, Lynchpin,
No spin, we win
Hoorah for our side
Upside, war bride
Goodness is out of sight
Please, don’t get upset
It’s just a staged set
Take a seat
It’s about to begin
It’s justified genocide
Said the distorter reporter
Only a few have died.
And
We’ll be back
After this intermission
Said with precision
Without a hint of derision
Waving from the bleachers
Behind all the preachers
Teachers, truth seekers
With a wink and a nod
A short message from our sponsor,
God,
And now for more news.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
I Got the News Blues
Heard them say
It’s an information explosion
A veritable feast from the chosen
Implosion, corrosion symposium
Round the clock news coverage
Underage plunderage.
Thunder-age,
Hunger-age.
Got you on the edge of your seat
Waiting for one to press delete
Wondering about tomorrow?
Here today, gone to sorrow
Got you on the edge of your seat
It’s the enemy we need to defeat
We’re all up in arms
Not with guns or mortar
About something some reporter
Importer, distorter
Coming to you from headquarters
With script in hand
Smiling faces, showcases
This is breaking news
Heard it all before
Give me the blues
They go well with the news.
Got you on the edge of your seat
Fears quite an aphrodisiac
Even for a maniac
Manias its’ own brand of crazy
Upsidaisy, theocracy, hypocrisy
Raised on the flavory
It’s awesome savory
Hear, Hear
Breaking news here
Take a seat
It’s about to begin
Kingpin, Lynchpin,
No spin, we win
Hoorah for our side
Upside, war bride
Goodness is out of sight
Please, don’t get upset
It’s just a staged set
Take a seat
It’s about to begin
It’s justified genocide
Said the distorter reporter
Only a few have died.
And
We’ll be back
After this intermission
Said with precision
Without a hint of derision
Waving from the bleachers
Behind all the preachers
Teachers, truth seekers
With a wink and a nod
A short message from our sponsor,
God,
And now for more news.
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