No Spin Zone

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Priviledge] Now would you rather be the only person in a classroom With brick humor always spits opinions on the day's issues Or man a border in El Paso, Texas with a cowboy hat, shooting at Mexicans My bad, that's a dumb question, everybody hates new [?] Make it Shepherd Smith or Chris Matthews, whoever you like I'm out with Tim Russert in a bike shop buying tires Before you guys embark on a twelve-mile ride (To Wolf Blitzer's cave?) where he prepares to dine On the souls of the villagers he caught last night I had to excuse myself before taking a bite I hate to be out, like this straight Russian Got a date with Susie Roman and notice she stay fussing If I show up late she gon' say I owe her something Not money, but since I hit it she put it on a budget [Verse 2: Priviledge] Now really I was giving it to Nancy Grace In the face, staring up at her picture frame On the side was Arianna Huffington and Ann Coulter Posing like the chicks from that lesbian kiss poster, caption read: Bipartisan, adequate chuckle as he nutted on her forehead Harty-har he said, as he walks out the door down the street Thirty-Rockefeller studio free, he bumped into Keith Olbermann Told him [?] had a couple openings Said that she was coming and I'm thinking they were holding Damn I'm just joking, and here's five reasons why Same guy's a worse person every night I won't say his name for the right all cheery I know him as the culture warrior, or papa bear Colbert nation throw your hands in the air [Verse 3: Priviledge] Ok, so here, what's worse Having to wear Anderson Cooper's haircut the first Time you ever meet the girl of your dreams Or getting stuck with him at a bathhouse steam That's an easy one for all the homophobes And a real hard question for the hopeless romantics Like wonder if James Carville really grew up Fantasizing about Mary Matalin in them pant suits I'll give it to him [?] He even stuck my ballot in some GOP box Good ol' pussy condition of the grand operas Smash the fur, left the white wig floppy She said she didn't mind, me and Bill Maher got stoned In real time, went to Turk across the scripts with all his bowties Put 'em 'round the eye of the [?] tele-prompters [?]