Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Meat The Press, artist - Steve Taylor. Album song Meltdown, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1987
Record label: Sparrow
Song language: English
Meat The Press |
In a ninety-floor Manhattan address |
Lives a watchdog called the National Press |
And around his collar’s written the line |
«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 |
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 lookee 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 |