Now come on can't you see
It's printed in black and white
That the news today
Is that some poor bo lies dead

The papers gloat and tell
They live in 'Bitch City'
The one that has no soul

It makes me breakdown, breakdown
It makes me breakdown
Breakdown and cry
It makes me breakdown, breakdown
So read all about it today

Do you see us all as fools
Suckered by your lies
Yeah you point the finger
Like some power crazy dude

Sensation pushers hound
To feed their addictions
See the jackals at your door

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I know, you know, I know, we know
Could be a breakdown
I know, you know, I know, we know
Might be a breakdown
I know, you know, I know, we know
Could be a breakdown

(You can't believe that stuff)
I know, you know, I know, we know
Might be a breakdown