I make my living off the evening news Just give me something Something I can use People love it when you lose They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor But I wound up here I just have to look good I don't have to be clear Come and whisper in my ear Give us dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down
We got the bubble headed Bleached blonde Comes on at five She can tell you 'bout the plane crash With a gleam in her eye It's interesting when people die Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation Is the head dead yet You know the boys in the newsroom Got a running bet Get the widow on the set We need dirty laundry
You don't really need to find out What's going on You don't really want to know Just how far it's gone Just leave well enough alone Eat your dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down
Dirty little secrets Dirty little lies We got our dirty little fingers In everybody's pie We love to cut you down to size We love dirty laundry
We can do the Innuendo We can dance and sing When it's said and done We haven't told you a thing We all know that Crap is King Give us dirty laundry
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
If you could only see me. And know exactly where I am. You wouldn't want to be me, Oh I can assure you of that.
I'm not the guy to run with, Cause I'll pull you off the line. I'll break you and destroy you Give time.
He's King Midas with a curse. He's king Midas in Reverse. He's King Midas with a curse. He's King Midas in Reverse.
It's plain to see it's hopeless, Goin' on the way we are. So even though I loose you, You'll be better off by far.
He's not the man to hold your trust, Everything he touches turns to dust in his hands. Nothing he can do is right, he'd even like to sleep at night, but he can't.
All he touches turns to dust All he touches turns to dust All he touches turns to dust All he touches turns to dust
The greatest sin is to be unconscious. ~ Carl Jung
We may not choose the parameters of our destiny. But we give it its content. ~ Dag Hammarskjold 'Waymarks'
Till I reach my highest ground No one's gonna bring me down Oh no Till I reach my highest ground Don't let nobody bring you down (they'll sho 'nuff try) God is gonna show you higher ground He's the only friend you have around
I'm so darn glad he let me try it again Cause my last time on earth I lived a whole world of sin I'm so glad that I know more than I knew then
(they'll sho 'nuff try)
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad. O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad. Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a message, just start talking at the sound of the tone. Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you coming home? Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me, but I know you. And I've got a message to give to you. Here come the planes. So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.
And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said: This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the hand, the hand that takes. Here come the planes. They're American planes. Made in America. Smoking or non-smoking? And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice. And when justive is gone, there's always force. And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms. In your arms. So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms. In your electronic arms.
The greatest sin is to be unconscious. ~ Carl Jung
We may not choose the parameters of our destiny. But we give it its content. ~ Dag Hammarskjold 'Waymarks'