Paparazzi

Artillery

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    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

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    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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    Composición: Ian Anderson, Flemming Ronsdorf, Peter-John Vettese y Martin Barre

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