Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Selling the News , by - Switchfoot. Release date: 22.09.2011
Song language: English
Selling the News |
| Welcome to the Holy City; |
| the silver screen |
| Built with a lens and a low self 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 it won’t come back |
| We’re selling the news |
| See, money speaks volumes louder than words |
| And 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 wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
| But everything is in-between |
| The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction |
| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
| But everything is in-between |
| The fact is fiction |
| Suspicion is the new religion |
| America listens as the story is told |
| With the eye on the truth as the story unfolds |
| But the ratings determine which story was sold |
| We’re selling the news |
| Begging the question, mongering fears |
| Stroking the eyes and tickling ears |
| The truth is seldom just as it appears |
| We’re selling the news |
| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
| But everything is in-between |
| The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction |
| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
| But everything is in-between |
| The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction |
| I can see your talking heads |
| On the television set |
| On the Internet they said |
| The 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| You’ve been replaced by the masters of spin |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 and 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 |
| When nothing is sacred, there’s nothing to lose |
| When nothing is sacred, all is consumed |
| We’re still on the air, it must be the truth |
| We’re selling the news |
| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
| But everything is in-between |
| The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction |
| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
| But everything is in-between |
| The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction |
| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
| But everything I see is greed |
| The fact is fiction |
| Suspicion is the new religion |