Stan Ridgway Newspapers
I work for the newspapers Any news is I always say But I don't write no daily column Talk is cheap and so's my pay And when my work day's over I pocket five or ten frome tray And then I start it up again at five a.m. I stack 'em up just to throw 'em away Now lately I've been thinkin' What would the world do without the news? You wouldn't know when wars were started Or when they ended, win or lose It'd probably be a much better world But the question would be, whose? And what side you're on and who's right or wrong You'd never have to choose Sometimes lat at night I can 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 runnin' from me Lookin' over their shoulder for me What's buried 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 someone to blame It's there in black and white ---------------------------------------------------
