Quick, don't miss that shot, the child's leg is mangled in the twisted metal
Hurry, catch the trail of blood as it flows like lava into the sewer grates
Another wonderful day of carnage and crashes, misery and death and pain
And aren't we glad we have our friend Celluloid to help savor the moment
Where would we be without Reality TV?
Would we talk or read or walk or breathe fresh air?
Could we see that there is more to life than other people's pain and strife?
But how would big business fare?
Another drunk has claimed some lives, lets get the boom set up and catch it live,
Hey, look at the cop, was it me or did that look unjustified?
Maybe another bomb created crater will open the sidewalk like a mouth hungry to feed on our lives
And we can get it on film in time for the dinner news and maybe score ourselves a prize.
Let's push the world to keep going to shit,
Maybe then we'll have another hit
Who cares what costs incur or who is sacrificed
When all is said and done we're not the ones who paid the price
…we just got paid.
