Lullaby For Journalists Lyrics

Babyboy, you been popping a cap on kids in Raqqa.

Babygirl, you been hopping from hubby to hubby and from silver to gold-
plated chrome.

Now on the Lybian Coast, dem been drowning babyboy's boat.

Oh babygirl. She been cheating, dem be tweeting as the details unfold.
Sleep tight now... News are like cotton buds, don't insert them too far in your
ears.

Good night now... News are like washing taps, do avoid the contact with your
eyelids.

You're on a stimulating, motivating, overlong path to a satisfyingly indifferent
death.

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