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 fuck 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 fuck 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?