Selling the News Songtext
von Switchfoot
Selling the News Songtext
Welcome to the Holy City
The silver screen
Built with the lends of the low self esteem
A teenager′s plea for meaning and means
We're selling the news
See, opinions are easier to swallow than facts
The greys instead of the whites and the blacks
If you shoot it too straight it won′t come back
We're selling the news
See, money speaks volumes louder than words
And virtues with wings, maybe not quite at first
But salaries are paid with the ads not the words
We're selling the news
See, all men are equal; all is for sale
A powerful dog has been chasing his tale
The lowest common denominator prevails
We′re selling the news
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything here′s in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything here's in-between
The fact is fiction
Suspicion is the new religion
America listens as the story is told
With the eye on the truth as the story unfolds
But the ratings determine which story was sold
We′re selling the news
Begging the question, mongering fears
Stroking the eyes and tickling ears
The truth is seldom just as it appears
We're selling the news
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything here′s in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything here's in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
I can see your talking heads
On the television set
On the Internet they said
The fact is fiction
Suspicion is the new religion
Substance, oh, substance, where have you been?
You′ve been replaced by the masters of spin
Who make good looking books and write history in
We're selling the news
The lines start to blur; I get so confused
They get shiny new models mixed up with the blues
They get binary code mixed up with abuse
The facts are simply one option to choose
When nothing is sacred, there's nothing to lose
When nothing is sacred, all is consumed
We′re still on the air, it must be the truth
We′re selling the news
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything here's in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything here′s in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything I see is green
The fact is fiction
Suspicion is the new religion
The silver screen
Built with the lends of the low self esteem
A teenager′s plea for meaning and means
We're selling the news
See, opinions are easier to swallow than facts
The greys instead of the whites and the blacks
If you shoot it too straight it won′t come back
We're selling the news
See, money speaks volumes louder than words
And virtues with wings, maybe not quite at first
But salaries are paid with the ads not the words
We're selling the news
See, all men are equal; all is for sale
A powerful dog has been chasing his tale
The lowest common denominator prevails
We′re selling the news
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything here′s in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything here's in-between
The fact is fiction
Suspicion is the new religion
America listens as the story is told
With the eye on the truth as the story unfolds
But the ratings determine which story was sold
We′re selling the news
Begging the question, mongering fears
Stroking the eyes and tickling ears
The truth is seldom just as it appears
We're selling the news
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything here′s in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything here's in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
I can see your talking heads
On the television set
On the Internet they said
The fact is fiction
Suspicion is the new religion
Substance, oh, substance, where have you been?
You′ve been replaced by the masters of spin
Who make good looking books and write history in
We're selling the news
The lines start to blur; I get so confused
They get shiny new models mixed up with the blues
They get binary code mixed up with abuse
The facts are simply one option to choose
When nothing is sacred, there's nothing to lose
When nothing is sacred, all is consumed
We′re still on the air, it must be the truth
We′re selling the news
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything here's in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything here′s in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything I see is green
The fact is fiction
Suspicion is the new religion
Writer(s): Jonathan Mark Foreman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
