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