Testo di Reporter

I don't think you know my name Sympathy is not my game A nice little war is what I'm looking for Showing it real is the deal I'm the first in the line on the scene of the crime Pulitzer is waiting for me Actuality is my world Nothing could be too absurd My words let them live my way My shots let them appear the way I prefer Facts turned into a fairy-tale For public sale Wrong or right why should I care? There's no buck in being fair From Moscow to Berlin, Beirut to L.A. Whereever there's trouble I stay I'm the first on the spot while a black cop is shot Pulitzer is calling for me My words let them live my way My shots let them appear the way I prefer Sporadic truth I guarentee I'm just right