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here's the eighth of the seven wonders, here's the [pay back] without a crime here's to all the baby-shit so major at the time from the last of the great pretenders to the new television age and the few who still remember passion over rage we changed, we didn't even try we opened up our mouths (for) telling all those lies to ourselves and everybody helps [CHORUS:] 'cos we're just wanters not needers, hypocrites and cheaters, this is the news of the world pseudo-heroes masturbating our egos, this is the news of the world the news of the world... I could hide in the foreign legion, I could live in the south of France I could pick a thousand reasons, given half the chance but the pricks are the whole world over, every sex, every colour of skin maybe we're just too far gone to shake the mess we're in we changed, we didn't even try we opened up our mouths for telling all those lies to ourselves and everybody helps [CHORUS] take me far away from it all, the news of the world Letras de canciones (what's next?) I got my bills to pay (what's next?) I need a holiday (what's next?) I got police upon my back (what's next?) internal politics (what's next?) some humans make me sick the fakes the judges liars greed the laws that judge the life I lead, the fucked up shit that I don't need wanters [CHORUS] the news of the world [x4] From Letras Mania