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Well, here's your news reportI'm your straight face for todayAnd I'm sorry if it's shortBut I have to get awayAnd be sickWell, first the powers that beLine their pockets with your breadAnd it ain't too hard to seeThat you're worth more to them deadDon't you know the taxmanMourns you to the nearest bankYour news reportYour news reportAnd it's short, short, shortGet off my brotherI want to know why people dieBecause they've been forgottenIt's your callin' fallin'And if you're young, son, you're the oneTo lead us into HadesAnd if you're shot down, then you're called braveAs they shove you in your graveLetras de cancionesAnd nothing is savedWell, while you're getting fatWiping gravy from your sleeveThere's a child who's like a ratTryin' to beg for what you leaveAh, but you won't be deceived by what you fearYour news reportYour news reportAnd it's short, short, short From Letras Mania