No News Is Good News

Don't want to know what state they found the bodies in
Don't want to read the transcript of the 999
"Turn to page twelve for pictures of their crying child"
It is disgusting, revolting
And it is not news
No
No
No

I would never deny the morbid delight
The fascination that we share
For death and despair, but we must beware
And never pretend that it's not there
But keep it controlled, we have evolved
Beyond basic instincts of old
It's this that keeps us apart, from animals and media men

Cry revolution
Don't buy these shitrags
With headlines full of buzz words
Do you really need to know?

I saw a show, a programme on my plasma screen
This girl was killed on CCTV
They played it back in slo-mo with a commentary
It might have been a football match
It made me sick
Sick
Sick
Sick

See, week after week, these guys compete
With Brookside and Coronation Street
They calmly corrupt, sexing it up
Ethically, morally bankrupt
"Tragic", "Senseless", these words turn facts into porn
For emotional voyeurs, it's got to stop
Stop

But now the word is out, now we all know
The depths they plumb, and how low they go
Just to make some dough
How long before, on some slow weeknight
They go grab a star and snuff out its light
For the exclusive rights?

But let's face the facts, we all know full well
They wouldn't do it at all if it didn't sell
We've created our own hell
So let's draw the line, let's finally choose
Do we want the truth, or some pundit's views?
While we still have minds to lose, let's kill the fucking news

Revolution
Don't buy these shitrags
With headlines full of buzz words
Do you really need to know?
Know
Know
Know
Close your eyes, (Know) close your eyes
Close your eyes, (Know) close your eyes
Close your eyes, (Know) close your eyes