Reporter

I don't think you know my name

Sympathy is not my game

A nice little war is what I'm looking for

Showing it real is the deal

I'm the first in the line on the scene of the crime

Pulitzer is waiting for me

Actuality is my world

Nothing could be too absurd

My words let them live my way

My shots let them appear the way I prefer

Facts turned into a fairy-tale

For public sale

Wrong or right why should I care?

There's no buck in being fair

From Moscow to Berlin, Beirut to L.A.

Whereever there's trouble I stay

I'm the first on the spot while a black cop is shot

Pulitzer is calling for me

My words let them live my way

My shots let them appear the way I prefer

Sporadic truth I guarentee

I'm just right