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This is for how shitty the media has become.
I make my living off the evening news Just give me something-something I can use People love it when you lose, They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here I just have to look good, I don’t have to be clear Come and whisper in my ear Give us dirty laundry
Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em when they’re down Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em when they’re down Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em when they’re down Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who Comes on at five She can tell you ’bout the plane crash with a gleam In her eye It’s interesting when people die- Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation? Is the head dead yet? You know, the boys in the newsroom got a Running bet Get the widow on the set! We need dirty laundry
You don’t really need to find out what’s going on You don’t really want to know just how far it’s gone Just leave well enough alone Eat your dirty laundry
Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em when they’re down Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em when they’re down Kick ’em when they’re stiff Kick ’em all around
Dirty little secrets Dirty little lies We got our dirty little fingers in everybody’s pie We love to cut you down to size We love dirty laundry
We can do the innuendo We can dance and sing When it’s said and done we haven’t told you a thing We all know that crap is king Give us dirty laundry!
Don Henley, I Can't Stand Still, 1982
I dedicate this to the Republicans, or really the whiny freepers.
turn on the tubewhat do i see, a whole lot a people cryin' "don't blame me" they point their crooked little fingers at everybody else spend all their time felin' sorry for them selves victim of this, victim of that your mommas too thin; and your daddys too fat
get over it get over it all this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
you say ya haven't been the same since ya had your little crash but you might feel better if they gave you some cash the more i think about it, ol' billy was right let's kill all the lawers- kill 'em tonight you don't wanna work you wanna live like a king butt the big bad world doesn't owe you a thing
get over it get over it ya don't want to play then you might as well split get over it, get over it
it's like going to confession every time i hear you speak your makin' the most of your losin' streak some call it sick, but i call it weak yeah yeah yeah
yeah you drag it around like a ball an' chain you wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain you wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down ya bitch about the present and blame it on the past i'd like to find your inner child an' kick it's little ass
get over it get over it all this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit get over it, get over it get over it get over it it's gotta stop some time so why don't you quit get over it,get over it get over it
Eagles, Hell Freezes Over, 1994
Take that you Right-Wing fucks.
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