Bitter Greens

News comes around at the speed of sound,
but the speed of sound is just another number
at sea level we're here just soaking up the atmosphere
even though skies are clear there's rain clouds on the ground.

A gang war, a bar fight, what happened at down-town tonight,
better keep the old folks locked up in their homes
'cuz all the bad people die when they try to help their friends survive
check the news on channel five, you better bite your lips

I got no arguments, no monumental observations
I pick up shit and throw it at the wall
whatever sticks is fact whatever falls away is fiction
lip service wont bring no body back