Bang کے بول

Well, here's your news report I'm your straight face for today And I'm sorry if it's short But I have to get away And be sick Well, first the powers that be Line their pockets with your bread And it ain't too hard to see That you're worth more to them dead Don't you know the taxman Mourns you to the nearest bank Your news report Your news report And it's short, short, short Get off my brother I want to know why people die Because they've been forgotten It's your callin' fallin' And if you're young, son, you're the one To lead us into Hades And if you're shot down, then you're called brave As they shove you in your grave And nothing is saved Well, while you're getting fat Wiping gravy from your sleeve There's a child who's like a rat Tryin' to beg for what you leave Ah, but you won't be deceived by what you fear Your news report Your news report And it's short, short, short