In the Papers
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I've been meaning to tell ya’
But I guess you already knew
When you jump in front of a semi-truck
You quickly run out of luck
'Cause your bones aren't attached to you

Nobody gives a damn
Whether you’re a scum-fuck drinker
Or a family man
No one speaks the truth
But I'll be in the papers
I'll be on the news
I'll be on your television screen
Staring right at you

There's just too many branches
I really have to find my way down soon
But I know I'll end up tumbling
And my skull will end up crumbling
Beneath the earth and the roots
Some people understand
What it feels like to run the race every day
And never win
No one speaks the truth
But I'll be in the papers
I'll be on the news
I’ll be on your television screen
Staring right at you