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