Newspapers

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––win 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