I work for the newspapers Any news is good news, I always say But I don't write no daily column Talk is cheap, and so's my pay And when my workday's over I pocket five or ten from the tray And then I start it up again at five a.m. I stack 'em up just to throw 'em away
Now lately, I've been thinkin' What would the world do without the news? You wouldn't know when wars were started Or when they ended c cwin or lose It'd probably be a much better world to live in But the question would be whose And what side you're on, or who's right or wrong You'd never have to choose
Sometimes, late at night I can see the streets like no one else can There's a lot of things goin' on here That even newspapers don't understand Some people got too much money Some rob with a gun or a ballpoint pen Maybe I'll get me a big black cape And then they'll be runnin' from me Lookin' over their shoulder for me
What's buried in the back pages Was on the front page yesterday And old news never dies Though they say it just fades away Crime and murder, business and politics And international strife It's all the same, find someone to blame It's there in black and white
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