They swallow my every word
As if it made some sense,
It’s printed in the papers now,
My false knowledge dispensed.
I write the headlines,
Make the news for you,
It really doesn’t matter
How much of it is true.
We have Contravertial stories now,
These twisted tales will sell;
Money is what we care about,
Not the stories that we tell.
I write the headlines,
I hope that you enjoy,
One day you might realise
Just how much that i’ve destroyed.