Welcome to holy city
The silver screen
Built with a lens and a low sell esteem
A teenager's plea for meaning and means
We're selling the news

See opinions are easier to swallow than facts
The greys instead of the whites and the blacks
If you shoot it too straight they won't come back
We're selling the news

See money speaks volumes louder than words
Virtues with wings maybe not quite at first
But salaries are paid by the ads not the verbs
We're selling the news

See all men are equal all is for sale
A powerful dog has been chasing his tail
The lowest common denominator prevails
We're selling the news

I want to believe you
I want to believe
But everything here's in between
The fact is fiction
Suspicion is the new religion

America listens the story is told
With an eye on the truth as the story unfolds

But the ratings determine if story was sold
We're selling the news

Begging the question mongering fears
Stroking the eyes and tickling ears
The truth just seldom as it appears
We're selling the news

I can see your talking heads
On the television set
On the internet they said
That fact is fiction
Suspicion is the new religion

Substance, oh substance - where have you been?
You've been replaced by the masters of spin
Who make good looking books to write history in
We're selling the news

The lines start to blur I get so confused
I get shiny new models mixed up with the blues
I get binary code mixed up with abuse
The facts are simply one option to choose

Where nothing is sacred there's nothing to lose
Where nothing is sacred all is consumed
We're still on the air it must be the truth
We're selling the news