Media, media I'm fucking sick of ya You filled my eyes with bullshit I'm through with ya Radio, radio I don't wanna know I gotta see it for myself I'm going to the show Do you believe in television? Do you believe in what you see? We are not amused We don't believe the evening news We're not entertained by the brain of the spoiled and confused And we are not amused Media, media I'm sick of telling ya I've seen it all and I'm not feeling ya Magazine, magazine Tell me what is wrong with me I'm famous, I'm strung out in rehab Do you believe in television? Do you believe in what you see? We are not amused We don't believe the evening news We're not entertained by the brain of the spoiled and confused And we are not amused Ladies and gentlemen Boys and girls Every second of every day You're being robbed Of your valuable time, your money, by liars We are not amused We don't believe the evening news We're not entertained by the brain of the spoiled and confused And we are not, we are not We are not amused
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