Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Press Corpse, artist - Anti-Flag. Date of issue: 19.03.2006
Song language: English
The Press Corpse |
| The memo says |
| We gotta work to make the facts fit the false charges |
| Pull the wool over the eyes of the filthy masses |
| Stab the people in the back for the corporate choice |
| Roll the propaganda out using The People’s Voice |
| We don’t want to talk about it… |
| The press scribble scribble every half-truth spoke |
| Then shoot it round the country like an April Fool’s joke |
| Hype the nation for a Desert Storm love affair |
| Wave the stars and stripes like you just don’t care! |
| They talk it up all day, they talk it up all night |
| They talk until their face turns blue — Red white and blue! |
| But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day |
| We find the picture still askew |
| They don’t want to… talk talk talk talk talk about it |
| They wanna tiptoe, walk around it |
| Wave the flag and mindlessly salute |
| Woah, woah |
| They don’t want to talk about it |
| They wanna tiptoe, walk around it |
| Wave the flag and cowardly salute |
| And on the TV screen… |
| …Diversion and aversion is the flavor of the day |
| Was it WMDs? |
| Or Democracy? |
| Blame it on MI-6 or the CIA |
| The White House Press Corpse only has one thing to say… |
| «We don’t want to talk about it!» |
| The White House boils over, «Al Jazeera got it wrong!» |
| The Press Corpse jumps onboard singing the White House song |
| While over in Iraq thousands are dead because of lies |
| The spineless war drumming-press corpse have taken lives |
| They talk it up all day, they talk it up all night |
| They talk until their face turns blue — Red white and blue! |
| But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day |
| We find the picture still askew |
| They don’t want to… talk talk talk talk talk about it |
| They wanna tiptoe, walk around it |
| Wave the flag and mindlessly salute |
| Woah, woah |
| They don’t want to talk about it |
| They wanna tiptoe, walk around it |
| Wave the flag and cowardly salute |
| Fires fueled on endless lies |
| Black shrouds coat desert skies |
| A nation’s viewpoint blurred and led |
| As embeds report what they’re fed |
| We don’t want to talk about it… |
| We don’t want to talk about it… |
| We don’t want to talk about it… |
| We don’t want to talk about it… |
| (We don’t want to talk about it…) |
| We don’t, don’t want to, we don’t wanna talk about it |
| (We don’t want to…) |
| We don’t, don’t want to, we don’t wanna talk |
| They don’t want to… talk talk talk talk talk about it |
| They wanna tiptoe, walk around it |
| Wave the flag and cowardly salute |
| Woah, woah |
| They don’t want to talk about it |
| They wanna tiptoe, walk around it |
| Wave the flag and cowardly salute |