Newspapers

I work for the newspapers

Any news is good news I always say

But I don't write no daily column

Talk is cheap and so is my pay.

And when my work days over

I pocket five or ten from the tray

And then I start up again at five am

I stack 'em up just to throw 'em away.

Now lately I've been thinking

What would the world do without the news

You wouldn't know when wars were started

Or when they ended, win or lose.

It probably be a better world to live in

But the question would be who's?

And what side your on or who's right or wrong

You'd never have to choose.

Some times late at night

I get to see the streets like no one else can

There's a lot of things going on here

That even newspapers don't understand.

Some people got too much money

Some rob with a gun or a ballpoint pen

Maybe I'll get me a big black cape

And then they'll be running from me,

Looking over their shoulder for me.

Once there in the back pages

Was on the front just yesterday

And old news never dies

No, they say it just fades away

Crime and murder

Business and politics

And International strife

It's all the same, find some one to blame

It's there in black and white.