Lyrics to Mass Medium

And as history slips out of view bated breath for the

nine o'clock news

reassembled right before your very eyes: innuendo rumour

and lies

Endless fun and games steal a headline, name some names

we're so proud that our press feel so free to manipulate

them you and me

And as each campaign begins to absolve us of our sins

I see freedom sold by the yard it's so easy why make it

hard?