Song Description

The song is a protest about news being sold as entertainment.

Lyrics

Media Mania

Read the headlines in the papers, read about the things she said,
What a scandal what a caper, M.P's in and out of bed.
Every hour on the hour, hear it on your radio,
Slap and poli-tical power, and that's the way the story goes.
But don't believe it don't you see, she's a kind of fantasy,
Another scrubber even though it doesn't show.

I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know.

A trail of death flows through his diaries, turning to the murder scene,
To help police with their inquiries, a man is held in custody.
Every hour on the hour, see him on your TV screen,
Kill for money, kill for power, well how could he be so obscene.
But don't believe in what you see, he's just a part of you and me,
He's not a killer even though it doesn't show.

I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know.
I don't wanna kno-w. Don't wanna know.

(Instrumental)
So is it all conspiracy, or is it just insanity,
And do I really need to know the things they show?

All the useless information, all the troubles and the pain,
Feed us malice and frustration, you serve it time and time again.
And with your God-like given powers you like to judge the human race,
Sitting in your ivory towers with a smile upon your face.
So of your insincerity I've had enough, you're telling me,
I've got a headache even though, it doesn't show.

I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know.
I don't wanna kno-w. Don't wanna know.
Hey, hey,
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know.
I don't wanna kno-w. Don't wanna know.


Robert Donovan, September 2006