Текстове на песни: Gob. Too Late No Friends. Extra, Extra.

Extra, extra, read all about it
Everyone in every state thinks
Everyone is free
I don't know

I have a feeling every form of media
Is fucking with our heads
And filling us full of shit

That's okay, they're so fucking lame
They're so lame, they're so fucking lame
I don't know

I think I heard about a guy that bought a gun
And went on a killing spree
Because of something he saw on TV

Every time I read the paper
I get more disgusted
Than the time I read before