Colorful Stories

Lyrics

I’m a serious reporter of this mess
I’ve seen the world at it’s worst, I must confess
Most of us see the real things going on
Even if it isn’t reported by the press

I’ll give the world an editorial in my views
I’m sick of opinions, dominating the news

What happened to journalism, what happened to the facts
Everything is broken, all we get are personal attack

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This is the way I see things, I must confess
This is what you see when you work at the Green Street Press

Inner cities are circling the drain
The politicians have lost their way
Society is falling apart
And the wealthy are happy playing their part

The Press is at the center of it all
Television has lost its way
It seems that unbiased journalism looks to be dead
We only hear what the rich want said

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This is the way I see things, I must confess
This is what you see when you work at the Green Street Press

Bridge
When money changes hands
And the truth gets sold
The rich get their demands
Their clever lies turn to gold

I only wish there was more I could do
Than write the story and hand it on to you
You can read the story, read my words, 
that’s the best you can do


The rich have bought the news
The rich have bought out the press
This is what I see when you work at the Green Street Press

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