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Here's your news report |
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I'm your straight face for today |
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Sorry if it's short |
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But I have to get away |
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And be sick |
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First the powers that be |
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Line their pockets with your bread |
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And it's not too hard to see |
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That you're worth more to them dead |
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Don't you know the taxman |
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Mourns you to the nearest bank |
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You're news report |
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You're news report |
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And it's short, short, short |
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I want to know why people die |
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Because they've been forgotten |
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It's you callin' fallin' |
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And if you're young, son, you're the one |
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To lead us into Hades |
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And if you're shot dead, then you're called brave |
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As they shove you down your grave |
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And nothing is saved |
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While you're growing fat |
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Wiping gravy off your sleeve |
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There's a child who like a rat |
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Would cry and beg for what you leave |
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Oh but you won't be deceived by what you fear |
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And you can't be diseased by what you fear |
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You're news report |
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You're news report |
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And it's short, short, short |