I work for the newspapers Any news is good news I always say But I don't write no daily column Talk is cheap and so is my pay. And when my work days over I pocket five or ten from the tray And then I start up again at five am I stack 'em up just to throw 'em away. Now lately I've been thinking What would the world do without the news You wouldn't know when wars were started Or when they ended, win or lose. It probably be a better world to live in But the question would be who's? And what side your on or who's right or wrong You'd never have to choose. Some times late at night I get to see the streets like no one else can There's a lot of things going on here That even newspapers don't understand. Some people got too much money Some rob with a gun or a ballpoint pen Maybe I'll get me a big black cape And then they'll be running from me, Looking over their shoulder for me. Once there in the back pages Was on the front just yesterday And old news never dies No, they say it just fades away Crime and murder Business and politics And International strife It's all the same, find some one to blame It's there in black and white.