Fast, fast, fingers are typing A paycheck with the lies you're writing Character assignations And the condemnation is flying On last years favorite list Turned your back without a gist This fabrication of compassion Won't ever be missed Now it's time to Jolt the press And we won't settle for anything less A rebuke in love to bring out the truth Cuz you're no better than me and I'm no better than you Jolt the press (x2) Do you think you are doing us a favor Cuz we aren't your special flavor I'd rather you say it to my face Shake hands and let there be grace But you stand on being a critic I don't have to buy it to hear it So we're gonna have fun before the press gets in Now it's your turn to read it Do you see what you are saying (x2) When you talk about me