| The news is full of crime
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| And people love to hear it
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| They hang on every line
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| Even though they fear it
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| As long as it’s someone else
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| Who’s suffering the pain
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| They’ll suck their beer and belch
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| And watch the blood pour like it’s rain
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| But people tell me why it’s so
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| When a man kills his pregnant wife
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| It becomes a prime time show
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| If they’re living in the high life
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| They’ll change the channel just like that
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| When they’re drowning in the ninth ward
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| But they’re hypnotised by some cat
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| Who killed a beauty queen in his yard
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| And I can tell you what I think
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| But the news just won’t admit it
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| Ooh, Pretty people did it
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| Yeah, ooh, pretty people did it
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| Seems murder only lasts a minute
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| When it’s poor or red or black
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| They always have a way to spin it
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| When the big chiefs get bushwhacked
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| If your child goes missing you’ve got to know
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| You better put out some flyers
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| Unless you’re rolling in the dough
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| You won’t get much help through the wires
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| Here’s the newsflash, here’s the scoop
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| Here is why your story bit it
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| Ooh, 'cause pretty people did it
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| Ooh, pretty people did it
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| Yeah, ooh, pretty people did it |