Hey there folks, take a seat,

Turn your eyes to the screen, it’s time to meet

The anchor with the hair, it’s a sight to see,

Business in the front, what a calamity!

Countdown to chaos, it's the six o'clock show,

Reporting on the mayhem, you’re too numb to know,

Behind that polished smile, there’s a storm tonight,

Scroll on your tablet, it’s the same old fight.

Mullet of the media, what are you trying to say?

Headlines fake or real? It’s all cliché.

Style in the front, with disasters stacked high,

What happens in the world? Just shrug and ask why.

Ratings over truth, it’s a twisted delight,

Fires and fables, blast news every night,

With every segment, there’s a wink and a nod,

Tap-tap the screen, like a digital god.

Mullet of the media, what are you trying to say?

Headlines fake or real? It’s all cliché.

Style in the front, with disasters stacked high,

What happens in the world? Just shrug and ask why.

Oooo, where’s the depth? Where’s the heart of it all?

Fried up in a pan, can’t feel the rise or fall,

Scroll down a rabbit hole, get lost in the jest,

While truth slips through our fingers, just a glitzy test.

Tableau of confusion, faces on the screen,

Smiling through the chaos, like it’s all routine,

The newsroom lights flicker, a shiny charade,

As we dance in the absurd, are we really getting paid?

Mullet of the media, what are you trying to say?

Headlines fake or real? It’s all cliché.

Style in the front, with disasters stacked high,

What happens in the world? Just shrug and ask why.

[Solo]

(Guitar riffs soaring, mimicking the chaos)

So take this warning, let the truth prevail,

Behind the glitzy hair, there’s a thin-walled veil.

Mullet of the media, you won’t fool us today,

We’re turning off the blur, let’s find a better way!

[Fade-Out]

Business in the front, but disaster rolls on,

Can’t trust the anchor when the truth is all g