Press Truster
by DCDave

Someone's corrupt In your neighborhood. There's a cover-up, And it don't look good. Who you gonna call, press truster? A Foster witness Has been harassed; The rule of law Is fading fast. Who you gonna call, press truster? They stared him down All over town; He still insists The car was brown. Who you gonna call, press truster? The crucial note's A forgery It doesn't take A pro to see. Who you gonna call, press truster? The autopsy Is full of lies. To Tommy's dad That's no surprise. Who you gonna call, press truster? Jerry Parks Did work for Vince; Now both have got Their recompense. Who you gonna call, press truster? The cover-ups Are nationwide; A quilt's been made For those who've died. Who you gonna call, press truster? The judges said You must attach The work of Clarke. Starr's met his match. Who you gonna call, press truster? You saw someone With Tim McVeigh In a Ryder Truck On that bad day. Who you gonna call, press truster? A missile flew Up to that plane The FBI Cannot explain. Who you gonna call, press truster? Our news machine That once was free Is now a pr Agency. Who you gonna call, press truster? They can't HEEEAR you. David Martin

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