Lyrics:

Here's the eighth of the seven wonders
Here's the pain but without a crime
Here's to all the baby shit, so major at the time
From the last of the great pretenders
To the new television age
And the few who still remember passion over rage
We changed, we didn't even try
We opened up our mouths
For telling all those lies to ourselves
And everybody helps
‘Cause we're just wanters, not needers
Hypocrites and cheaters
This is the news of the world
Pseudo-heroes masturbating our egos
This is the news of the world
The news of the world
I could hide in the foreign legion
I could live in the south of France
I could pick a thousand reasons given half a chance
But the pricks are the whole world over
Every sex, every colour of skin
Maybe we're just too far gone to shake the mess we're in

We changed and we didn't even try
We opened up our mouths
For telling all those lies to ourselves
And everybody helps
'Cause we're just wanters, not needers
Hypocrites and cheaters
This is the news of the world
Pseudo-heroes masturbating our egos
This is the news of the world
Take me far away from it all
The news of the world
(What's next?) I got my bills to pay
(What's next?) Oh, I need a holiday
(What's next?) Oh, I got police upon my back
(What's next?) Internal politics
(What's next?) Some humans make me sick
The fakers, judges, liars, greed
The laws that judge the life I lead
The fucked up shit that I don't need
(Wanters, wanters, wanters, wanters)
'Cause we're just wanters, not needers
Hypocrites and cheaters
This is the news of the world
Pseudo-heroes masturbating our egos
This is the news of the world, the news of the world
The news of the world, the news of the world
The news of the world, the news of the world