Scroletics - You Make the Story, They Get the Glory

I've been shot a minute ago
I guess I'm dead
А silver bullet passed through my heart
I should be really dead
I can feel the evil vultures seeking my blood
Flashing lights and radio signals spreading the news
I can vaguely see the reporters piling around
Hunting for the latest sensation
Rocking the town
Suddenly they notice I still breathe drowned in blood
"Kick the bastard, don't let this punk changing the news"
I've been shot to death on the street
The news spread around
The reporter, bless him, received a few fucking grands
And the people went to bed with snores and a fart
Satisfied with poisoned minds and fear in their hearts
You make the story they get the glory
And that's been going again and again
You make the story they get the glory
And that's been going again and again
And that's been going again and again
And that's been going again and again
Hey ho

Written by:
Georgi Varbanov

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