Текст песни Bullshit Broadcast - Conflict

Bullshit Broadcast

You don’t care about people’s thoughts. You probe into the mind, then you haunt
What you print, people believe, complicating lives, what the f*ck does that
achieve?
Now you’re looking for some news, changing around facts and views
Receiving money for empty lies. Sly reporters I despise you
Will there be that extra in this week? Now you’re climbing to the journalist
peak
Sitting at the typewriter making more lies up. Rearranged to suit you,
then f*ck me up
Now I’m getting sick of you. Coming around here, making news
Whatever you print, you can’t lose. But can’t you see the damage that you do?