Welcome to the Holy City; The Silver Screen Built with the lends of the low self esteem A teenagers plea for meaning and means We're selling the news See, opinions are easier to swallow than facts The greys instead of the whites and the blacks If you shoot it too straight it won't come back We're selling the news See, money speaks volumes louder than words And virtues with wings, maybe not quite at first But salaries are payed with the eyes not the verbs We're selling the news See, all men are equal; all is for sale A powerful dog has been chasing his tale The lowest common demonstrator prevails We're selling the news I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything is in-between The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything is in-between The fact is fiction Suspicion is the new religion America listens as the story is told With the eye on the truth as the story unfolds But the ratings determine which story was sold We're selling the news Begging the question, longer in fears Stroking the eyes and tickling ears The story is seldom just as it appears We're selling the news I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything is in-between The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything is in-between The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction I can see your talking heads On the television set On the internet they say The fact is fiction Suspicion is the new religion Substance, Oh, Substance; Where have you been? You've been replaced by the masters of spins Who make good looking books and write history in We're selling the news The lines start to blur; I get so confused They get shiny new models mixed up with the blues They get binary code mixed up with abuse The facts are simply one option to choose When nothing is sacred, there's nothing to lose When nothing is sacred, all is consumed We're still on the air, it must be the truth We're selling the news I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything is in-between The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything is in-between The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything I see is green The fact is fiction Suspicion is the new religion
Welcome to the Holy City; The Silver Screen Built with the lends of the low self esteem A teenagers plea for meaning and means We're selling the news See, opinions are easier to swallow than facts The greys instead of the whites and the blacks If you shoot it too straight it won't come back We're selling the news See, money speaks volumes louder than words And virtues with wings, maybe not quite at first But salaries are payed with the eyes not the verbs We're selling the news See, all men are equal; all is for sale A powerful dog has been chasing his tale The lowest common demonstrator prevails We're selling the news I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything is in-between The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything is in-between The fact is fiction Suspicion is the new religion America listens as the story is told With the eye on the truth as the story unfolds But the ratings determine which story was sold We're selling the news Begging the question, longer in fears Stroking the eyes and tickling ears The story is seldom just as it appears We're selling the news I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything is in-between The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything is in-between The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction I can see your talking heads On the television set On the internet they say The fact is fiction Suspicion is the new religion Substance, Oh, Substance; Where have you been? You've been replaced by the masters of spins Who make good looking books and write history in We're selling the news The lines start to blur; I get so confused They get shiny new models mixed up with the blues They get binary code mixed up with abuse The facts are simply one option to choose When nothing is sacred, there's nothing to lose When nothing is sacred, all is consumed We're still on the air, it must be the truth We're selling the news I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything is in-between The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything is in-between The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction I wanna believe you, I wanna believe But everything I see is green The fact is fiction Suspicion is the new religion
