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 its 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 tonight

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



Chorus



I'm not believing all I see

Fabrications on T.V.

Distort the news, feed us your views

I'm not fooled so easily