Local Paper Lyrics

Richard X. Heyman Local Paper

I got a job at the local paper
Beats hanging 'round unemployment lines, oh yeah
I sweep the floor and I run the copy
And nobody knows how I get by

I got a raise and a swift promotion
I write the score on the dead man's page, everyday
Pretty soon I'm gonna have my column, yes I will
Then everyone will see things my way

Come on is everybody blind?
Cause the paper's trying to make up your mind about all

Now I'm still working at my local paper
I tell everybody what to go and do in this town
You'll see the shows, hear the sounds that I like
Trust my advice because it's written down

Come on is everybody blind
Cause the printed word's no more truth than the spoken is
lies

I lost my job at the local paper
I led the sheep and I went too far, bye by-line
Now I'm walking around in my tar and feathers
Too many lies in too little time

Come on is everybody blind?
Cause the paper's trying to make up your mind about all