Here`s your news report
I`m your straight face for today
Sorry if it`s short
But I have to get away
And be sick
First the powers that be
Line their pockets with your bread
And it`s not too hard to see
That you`re worth more to them dead
Don`t you know the taxman
Mourns you to the nearest bank
You`re news report
You`re news report
And it`s short, short, short
I want to know why people die
Because they`ve been forgotten
It`s you callin` fallin`
And if you`re young, son, you`re the one
To lead us into Hades
And if you`re shot dead, then you`re called brave
As they shove you down your grave
And nothing is saved
While you`re growing fat
Wiping gravy off your sleeve
There`s a child who like a rat
Would cry and beg for what you leave
Oh but you won`t be deceived by what you fear
And you can`t be diseased by what you fear
You`re news report
You`re news report
And it`s short, short, short