Pull up the van. Turn up the heat

Time for fresh, red, juicy meat

Yeah, shove that microphone in their face

Put those fools in their proper place

Now who’s the fool, pants around your ankles

You got busted, I know it rankles

Yeah, free press, free pass

Say anything

Nothing’s true before editing

And she’s only blond on camera

Most days nothing happens

most days…nothing…..happens

You’re all high on each others fume

Still think the party will resume

You feed us shit, on and on

Dress it up, call it filet mignon

Yeah, free press, free pass

Say anything

If there’s no film it never happened

‘cause you’re the liars if you cant prove it

And most days nothing happens

Most days nothing happens

Open wide, get ready to swallow

Meekly walk where blind men follow

Your phony outrage overkills

Proves you’re only flaccid shills

Yeah, free press, free pass

Say nothing

You omit so we’ll submit

Say nothing

Until your attorney is present

And most days nothing happens