Steve Taylor Lyrics
"Meat The Press"

In a ninety-floor Manhattan address
Lives a watchdog called the National Press
And around his collar's written the lines:
"The Protector of Our Hearts and Minds"

Hark! Hark!
The dog will bark
And we believe this hierarch
But read between the lines and see
This dog's been barking up the wrong tree

Meat The Press

Meat the Press

Meat the Press

Meat the Press

When the ratings point the camera's eye
They can state the facts while telling a lie

And then watchdog shows to the viewers at ten
He's a bloodhound with a pad and pen

Can't pin the blame
He's out of reach
Just call the dog, "His Royal Leech"
We held the rights for heaven's sake
'Til we gave this sucker an even break

Meat the Press

Meat the Press

Meat the Press

(Meat the press, huh!
Meat the press, huh!
Meat the press, huh!
Meat the press, huh!)

When the godless chair the judgment seat
We can thank the godless media elite
They can silence those who fall from their grace
With a note that says, "We haven't the space"

Well look-ee there
The dog's asleep
Whenever we march or say a peep
A Christian can't get equal time
Unless he's a loony committing a crime
Listen up
If you've got ears
I'm tired of condescending sneers
I've got a dog who smells a fight
He still believes in wrong and right

Meat The Press

Sick 'em, Fido

Meat the Press

Meat the Press

Get 'em, boy!

Meat the Press

Meat the Press
(I'm only doing my job)

Meat the Press
(I mean, it's not like it's a conspiracy or anything)

Meat the Press
(By the way, what did you say your name was?)

Meat the Press
(Rathers...
Can I write that down?)

Meat the Press
(Do you have anything you'd like to say off the record?)