Artillery

You bend it – you shape it – you squeeze and then you rape it
You just don't know what it is you really do
For money, for power, each minute of the hour
You just can't see that you lie shines through
A legend, a story, a fight for love and glory
Takes place all the time, accordin' to the news
A picture, a photo, a close-up or a total
You just don't care if a victim dies on you
A killer, a rapist, a dangerous escapist
You'd rather get the story, than the justice to be done
A boozer, a junkie, a sex-molested monkey
I just don't get it, is something wrong with you?
A winner, a sinner, a big expensive dinner
There is no end to your lack of common sense