All the News That's Fit to Sing

There's a war on for your mind, it's right there on your screen

Watch the pundits ramble on, define the terms and set the scene

Hear the pundits say this is the best that it can get

There may be room for improvement, just stay tuned in to your set

Just stay tuned in to your set, they'll tell you all you need to know

If it's anything important they say they'll have it on the show

There's a war on for the planet, there's a war on for your mind

The outcome of the struggle is the fate of humankind

You can drink the Kool-aid, buy the goods that you are sold

Watch the talking heads, think the way that you are told

Think the way they tell you, hold fast to the lies

Or stick your finger in the wind and trust your ears and eyes

Turn off your TV or you won't learn a thing

Gather round, I'll give you all the news that's fit to sing

Some democracies are tyrannies, you can hear them say

While some dictatorships are friendly, they'll tell us every day

If your passion is pro baseball you can surely get the score

But if you want to know what's happening, walk outside your door

See the oil train exploding, see the black smoke in the sky

See the kids under the bridge, see the limo passing by

It's a question for the moment, a question for the ages

For the businessmen and prisoners rattling their cages

For the businessmen and prisoners, be they lost or found

Upon the rising oceans or cracked dry desert ground

It's a choice that we're all faced with, or so it seems to me

I don't have all the answers but I can guarantee