Good News - Count Zero

Good news is not news to you

Not without evil, or pain

Well, watch out before your life

Seeps itself right down the drain

Soon you’ll be a bloodless soul

Bitter tears is all you’ll sweat

Groaning over what you got;

Sad for what you’ll never get

Kvetch, bitch, and complain all day

God forbid Life runs it’s course!

You can’t hope without regret

You don’t dream without remorse

If you only knew your lot

How it stands in space and time

You’d be glad for what you got

You’d see good news ain’t no crime

Amplify trivial events

Just to win the pity game

Shape frustrating incidents

So there’s someone you can blame

Call bearers of all offense

Some banal, derisive name

Hate can make such simple sense:

Those different from you are all the same

No news is good news no more

It’s all part of their grand plan;

Broadcasting «Killers Roam the Streets!»

Helps you fear your fellow man

That way you will never dare

Harvesting a common ground

Joining forces with his flock

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