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In a ninety-floor Manhattan address
Lives a watchdog called the National Press
And around his collar's written the lines
The Protector Of Our Hearts And Minds
Hark, hark, the dog will bark
And we believe this hierarch
But read between the lines and see
This dog's been barking up the wrong tree
Meat the Press
Meat the Press
Meat the Press
Meat the Press
When the ratings point the camera's eye
They can state the facts while telling a lie
And the watchdog shows to the viewers at ten
He's a bloodhound with a pad and pen
Can't pin the blame he's out of reach
Just call the dog His Royal Leech
We held the rights for heaven's sake
'Til we gave this sucker an even break
Meat the Press
Meat the Press
Meat the Press
(Meat the Press uh, meat the press uh, meat the press uh)
(meat the press uh)
When the godless chair the judgment seat
We can thank the godless media elite
They can silence those who fall from their grace
With a note that says we haven't the space
Well lucky there the dog's asleep
Whenever we march or say a peep
A Christian can't get equal time
Unless he's a Looney committing a crime
Listen up if you've got ears
I'm tired of condescending sneers
I've got a dog who smells a fight
And he still believes in wrong and right
Meat the Press signify though
Meat the Press
Meat the Press, get up in the morning
Meat the Press
Meat the press (I'm only doing my job)
Meat the press (I mean is now I get to experience it all)
Meat the press (by the way, what did you say your name was)
Meat the press (Gravis?) Did I ever tell you that?
Meat the press (is there anything you will like to say after I leave?)
Meat the press (hey)



Авторы: Steve Taylor Copyright: Birdwing Music, Universal Music - Brentwood Benson Publishing, C. A. Music


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