I´ve been listening to what you said
And wondering if it could be true
If it´s as bad as you say out there
I´ll leave the going out to you

Statistics prove it´s not too bright
To walk the darker streets at night
Or to talk to people you don´t know
My worlds become a horror show

There´s a murder in my living room
My child is watching avidly
Should I venture out to-night
Tomorrow he´ll be watching me

You pay your money take your choice
But every channel plays the same
The audience hears his master´s voice
Keeps him scared and keeps him tame

I´m not believing all I see
Fabrications on t.v
Distort the news, feed us your views

I´m not fooled so easily