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The news is full of crime |
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And people love to hear it |
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They hang on every line |
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Even though they fear it |
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As long as it's someone else |
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Who's suffering the pain |
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They'll suck their beer and belch |
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And watch the blood pour like it's rain |
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But people tell me why it's so |
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When a man kills his pregnant wife |
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It becomes a prime time show |
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If they're living in the high life |
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They'll change the channel just like that |
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When they're drowning in the ninth ward |
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But they're hypnotised by some cat |
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Who killed a beauty queen in his yard |
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And I can tell you what I think |
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But the news just won't admit it |
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Ooh, Pretty people did it |
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Yeah, ooh, pretty people did it |
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Seems murder only lasts a minute |
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When it's poor or red or black |
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They always have a way to spin it |
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When the big chiefs get bushwhacked |
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If your child goes missing you've got to know |
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You better put out some flyers |
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Unless you're rolling in the dough |
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You won't get much help through the wires |
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Here's the newsflash, here's the scoop |
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Here is why your story bit it |
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Ooh, 'cause pretty people did it |
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Ooh, pretty people did it |
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Yeah, ooh, pretty people did it |
