Media need someones they can feed on,
Because we want it: media-feeding spree.
Me and thee need someones we can feed on,
Because we want it: celebrity-feed spree.

We want big breasts we can always be oglin'.
And how about the shaved head on/and the twit/tw@t Britney?
Limo's parking, door opens. . .flashes palimpsest slot,
So we lean to scope her whittled quimery.

Media need more ways they can scheme on,
Because we want it, their seamy schemin' spree.
Yeah, we all need some way we can dream on
About false idols; and when they fall, we've glee.

Media schemes about freak "stars" for engagement
Of our optic nerves--they send bent lechery.
Though a knifing with a stiff down on the pavement
Grabs us--jaded, slavish, junk-stream serfs,
Digital lumpen are we.

We always have got the TV on
And the Internet, a packet-stream IV.
We're disarmed, we've been fed this waste--
Next, a chip in the head.

If it bleeds, it leads; media keep on
Feeding; we want 'em: those bleeding ledes. Give me,
Yeah, bleeding ledes; them I feed on,
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Forget the world mess--ladies
Shtupped Spitzer in D.C.

Ah, feed us this shite, feed us this shite, feed us this shite,
If it bleeds, it leads, ya see.
Ah, feed us this shite, feed day and night, feed us this shite,
Wag-the-mutt lobotomy.