Well, here's your news report
  I'm your straight face for today
  And I'm sorry if it's short
  But I have to get away
  And be sick
  
  Well, first the powers that be
  Line their pockets with your bread
  And it ain't too hard to see
  That you're worth more to them dead
  Don't you know the taxman
  Mourns you to the nearest bank
  
  Your news report
  Your news report
  And it's short, short, short
  
  Get off my brother
  
  I want to know why people die
  Because they've been forgotten
  It's your callin' fallin'
  And if you're young, son, you're the one
  To lead us into Hades
  And if you're shot down, then you're called brave
  As they shove you in your grave
  And nothing is saved
  
  Well, while you're getting fat
  Wiping gravy from your sleeve
  There's a child who's like a rat
  Tryin' to beg for what you leave
  Ah, but you won't be deceived by what you fear
  
  Your news report
  Your news report
  And it's short, short, short