Reporter

I don't think you know my nameSympathy is not my gameA nice little war is what I'm looking forShowing it real is the dealI'm the first in the line on the scene of the crimePulitzer is waiting for meActuality is my worldNothing could be too absurdMy words let them live my wayMy shots let them appear the way I preferFacts turned into a fairy-taleFor public saleWrong or right why should I care?There's no buck in being fairFrom Moscow to Berlin, Beirut to L.A.Whereever there's trouble I stayI'm the first on the spot while a black cop is shotPulitzer is calling for meMy words let them live my wayMy shots let them appear the way I preferSporadic truth I guarenteeI'm just right