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Bullshit Broadcast Lyrics

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 f*** 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 f*** 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?
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