Newsroom

Bloodhounds under neon lights
Sit in their offices throughout the night
Waiting for something not to be right
Something to report in the morning light

No matter how trivial, no matter how small
Inconsequential, nothing at all
But to us its NEWS, our daily bread
The good, the bad, the ugly and the dead

Front page headlines, breaking news
Celebrity breasts or who is who
Blow it up and make it pretty
Crime and punishment
In the city

Fill the minutes, fill the hours
With "information" via TV towers
Fill the screens with blood and gore
Each frame worse than the one before

Pounce upon it, rip it to shreds
Force those pictures into those heads
Regurgitate it and transmit it again
Before attention starts to wane

The order goes out every day
From Langley, Virginia, the CIA
Truth and reality for to bend
That tells the newsrooms what to send