Lyrics:

here's the eighth of the seven wonders, here's the [pay back] 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



CHORUS:

'cos 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 the 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, we didn't even try

we opened up our mouths for telling all those lies to ourselves

and everybody helps



CHORUS

take me far away from it all, the news of the world



(what's next?) I got my bills to pay

(what's next?) I need a holiday

(what's next?) I got police upon my back

(what's next?) internal politics

(what's next?) some humans make me sick

the fakes the judges liars greed

the laws that judge the life I lead, the fucked up shit that I don't need



wanters(x4)



CHORUS

the news of the world(x4)



{plus odd stuff and various laughter…