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PaparazziYou bend it, you shape it, you squeeze and then you rape itYou just don�t know what you really do For money, for power, each minute of the hour You just can�t see that your lie shines through A legend, a story, a fight for love and glory Takes place all the time, according to the news A picture, a photo, a close-up or a total You just don�t care if a victim dies on you A killer, a rapist, a dangerous escapist You�d rather see the story, than see the justice to be done A boozer, a junkie, a sex-molested monkey I just don�t get it, is something wrong with you? A winner, a sinner, a big expensive dinner There is no end to your lack of common sense A warzone, a dryzone, got people out of their home A kill, a thrill, you don�t care if you lie You have to sell, to keep your job alive As cold as ice, you don�t care if they cry There�s no remorse, even when they die It�s on the streets, the press is loose Everytime the day breaks through The news today will make its way And somehow find its way to you A model, a rock star, the wrecking of a fast car You get more famous when you�re dying on the news A hijack, a stockcrack, a politician�s sexlack A kill, a thrill, you don�t care if you lie You have to sell, to keep your job alive As cold as ice, you don�t care if they cry There�s no remorse, even when they die It�s on the streets, the press is loose Everytime the day breaks through The news today will make its way And somehow find its way to you |