Reporter

I don't think you know my name
Sympathy is not the end of the game
A nice little war is what i'm looking for
If it is real it's a deal
I am the first in the line on the scene of the crime
Pulitzer is waiting for me

Actuality is my world
Nothing could be so absurd

My words let them live my way
My shots let them appear the way i prefer
Facts turned into a fairy-tale
For public sale

Wrong or right why should i care ?
There's no buch in being fair
From Moscow to Berlin, Beirut to L.A.
Whereever there's trouble i stay
I'm the first on the spot while a black cop is shot
Pulitzer is calling for me

My words let them live my way
My shots let them appear the way i prefer
Sporadic truth i guarentee
I'm just right.