All the things they say will leave ya numb,
Press this day will batter you at dawn.
Sons die in a fight,
Fugitives in flight,
The news flows,
Tales come and go.

Ooh boy, booby newsday,
Never hang the blame on you,
How you spin it, make it your way.
How can they resist you?

Expression plants the seeds of their decree,
They just ignore all those who don't agree.
They are so ingrained,
There is strife when nothing's changed,
The truth is tossed,
And all is lost.

What they call as news is hard to say.
Watch their schemes, abhor their flippant ways,
Vieing for your mind,
With their schemes,
They're so inclinded.

Ooh boy, booby newsday,
Never hang the blame on you,
How you spin it, make it your way.
How can they resist you?