Paparazzi

Artillery

Composición de: Flemming Ronsdorf/Ian Anderson/Martin Barre/Peter-John Vettese
You bend it, you shape it, you squeeze and then you rape it 
You just don’t know what you really do 
For money, for power, each minute of the hour 
You just can’t see that your lie shines through 

A legend, a story, a fight for love and glory 
Takes place all the time, according to the news 
A picture, a photo, a close-up or a total 
You just don’t care if a victim dies on you 

A killer, a rapist, a dangerous escapist 
You’d rather see the story, than see the justice to be done 
A boozer, a junkie, a sex-molested monkey 
I just don’t get it, is something wrong with you? 

A winner, a sinner, a big expensive dinner 
There is no end to your lack of common sense 
A warzone, a dryzone, got people out of their home 

A kill, a thrill, you don’t care if you lie 
You have to sell, to keep your job alive 
As cold as ice, you don’t care if they cry 
There’s no remorse, even when they die 

It’s on the streets, the press is loose 
Everytime the day breaks through 
The news today will make its way 
And somehow find its way to you 

A model, a rock star, the wrecking of a fast car 
You get more famous when you’re dying on the news 
A hijack, a stockcrack, a politician’s sexlack 

A kill, a thrill, you don’t care if you lie 
You have to sell, to keep your job alive 
As cold as ice, you don’t care if they cry 
There’s no remorse, even when they die 

It’s on the streets, the press is loose 
Everytime the day breaks through 
The news today will make its way 
And somehow find its way to you
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