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