So it's just another letdown, a letdown.
Problems meant to complicate and infuriate.
One more child released onto the sand
One more ratings booster on demand.
A letdown, letdown.
Network wars at home with their line of fate.
Facts that we can't ignore or pretend.
Too many channels on the line to contend.
Her image will fade, the money that's made.
The tale gets taller every time it gets told.
Three thousand sons claimed, her tears will remain.
Just about time.
Letdown, a letdown.
Stories that a mother tries to tolerate.
They just exploit the pain and mental distress.
Just the ways of an American press.
They better get it right!
Film at eleven tonight!
One more child tonight
Another box to bury, bombs burning bright.
Wake me at the break point then I'll go right down.
Take me to from grave sites I can't see right now.
It's not gonna change in due time.
It's abuse on the level of a ware crime.
