I work for the newspapers   Any news is good news, I always say   But I don't write no daily column   Talk is cheap, and so is my pay   And when my workday's over   I pocket five or ten from the tray   And then I start it up again at five a.m.   I stack 'em up just to throw 'em away      Now lately, I've been thinkin'   What would the world do without the news?   You wouldn't know when wars were started   Or when they ended––win or lose   It'd probably be a much better world to live in   But the question would be whose   And what side you're on, or who's right or wrong   You'd never have to choose      Sometimes, late at night   I can see the streets like no one else can   There's a lot of things goin' on here   That even newspapers don't understand   Some people got too much money   Some rob with a gun or a ballpoint pen   Maybe I'll get me a big black cape   And then they'll be runnin' from me   Lookin' over their shoulder for me      What's buried in the back pages   Was on the front page yesterday   And old news never dies   Though they say it just fades away   Crime and murder, business and politics   And international strife   It's all the same, find someone to blame   It's there in black and white