Media's Many Marionettes lyrics

No one cares anymore

Those lies of the media

The poor paper politicians

Democracy is so crestfallen

None but the sad and stupid

Believe the redirect recently given

And follow false press prophets

That lead them astray so easily

No one could possibly acclaim

Nor accomplish anything grand

With constant banter clucking

The media's colourful parrots

Always talking, never knowing

Always prospecting, never living

Ever fault finding, never doing

Ever evil, and never benevolent

Now but clowns in a grand circus

The greatest show on earth

Yet no one cares to see its show

For daily life is drama enough

A circus splendid, spectacular

Vanishing in but an instant

By no more than switching off

Or changing its droning channel

The chief executive now lost

Replaced by a mogul buffoon

Puppets on strings controlled

Dancing their jaunty jovial jigs

Perhaps to dwell and work in tents

It would be more apt an abode

A circus tends to commonly keep

To accommodate the jesters naïve

So many to cram into a tiny car

Yet not a drop of self respect within

Colourful scenes to dazzle fools

And a fool's role to nimbly distract

What will they do if no one comes

The seats empty, no ticket sales

Then interests will go elsewhere

No revenues, no crowd, no show