VERSE:
|--just-mute-strumming--|Em
Welcome to the Holy City; the silver screen
G
Built with a lens and a low self esteem
C
A teenager's plea for meaning and means
B
We're selling the news
Em
See, opinions are easier to swallow than facts
G
The greys instead of the whites and the blacks
C
If you shoot it too straight it won't come back
B
We're selling the news
Em
See, money speaks volumes louder than words
G
And virtues with wings, maybe not quite at first
C
But salaries are paid by the ads not the verbs
B
We're selling the news
Em
See, all men are equal; all is for sale
G
A powerful dog has been chasing his tail
C
The lowest common denominator prevails
B
We're selling the news
CHORUS:
Em
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
G
But everything here's in-between
C B
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
Em
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
G
But everything here's in-between
C
The fact is fiction,
B
Suspicion is the new religion
|As intelude I play these chords, too. But you can
INTERLUDE |also think of your own way to go from the chorus to the
|verse.
VERSE:
Em
America listens as the story is told
G
With the eye on the truth as the story unfolds
C
But the ratings determine the story was sold
B
We're selling the news
Em
Begging the question, mongering fears
G
Stroking the eyes and tickling ears
C
The truth is seldom just as it appears
B
We're selling the news
CHORUS
Em G
I can see your talking heads
C B
On the television set
Em G
On the Internet they said
C
The fact is fiction
B
Suspicion is the new religion
INTERLUDE...
VERSE:
Em
Substance, oh, substance, where have you been?
G
You've been replaced by the masters of spin
C
Who make good looking books and write history in
B
We're selling the news
Em
The lines start to blur; I get so confused
G
I get shiny new models mixed up with the blues
C
I get binary code mixed up with abuse
B
The facts are simply one option to choose
Em
When nothing is sacred, there's nothing to lose
G
When nothing is sacred, all is consumed
C
We're still on the air, it must be the truth
B
We're selling the news
LAST CHORUS:
Em
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
G
But everything here's in-between
C B
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
Em
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
G
But everything here's in-between
C B
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
Em
I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
G
But everything I see is greed
C
The fact is fiction
B
Suspicion is the new religion
I end on Em.
