Songtexte Junior Reporter - Namoratron

I spilled my blue lagoon and I croaked put it on my tab
Swiftly made my way home to the floor
A hired gun walked over me with muddy boots
On that tape you could really hear me snore

I've always wanted to be a journalist
But there's nothing here worth writing home about
Only the agents coming in
And the great novelists coming out

I've got my cuban shirt, some paper and my pen
It's folk ballet night in Managua
I don't need a phone I'm an O.G. to the bone
Excuse me señorita

I've always wanted to be a journalist
But there's nothing here worth writing home about
Only the agents coming in
And the great novelists coming out

I've always wanted to be a journalist
But nothing ever ever happens here
The clean-cut rapists keep coming in
And the money smells like fear