Times, they are a'rearranging. Flip the chip. Put the fools on display, let them mutter and stutter, hear them lie. That's what the razor wire is for, keep the stand ups out, keep them away. No question.
Behind the fortress, a babbling mess. Bribes and payoffs and blackmail, this cannot get out, you see. The payers, the takers, the cover uppers. Buy the news if you want, but they've already been bought. It's not a business anymore, never really was.
Put the writers through the muffin, find the poppy seeds and the nuts. The scammers and scoundrels, the artificial flavors. Lick the frosting, spit it out, peel the wrapper off. Bite into the blueberries, the truth, the delicious truth. Straight from the lumpy batter.
