Robert Wyatt

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And as history slips out of view
Bated breath for the nine o'clock news
reassembled right before your very eyes:
Innuendo, rumour and lies

Endless fun and games
Steal a headline, name some names
We're so proud that our press feel so free
To manipulate them, you and me

And as each campaign begins
To absolve us of our sins
I see freedom sold by the yard
It's so easy, why make it hard?


Writer/s: Robert Wyatt