There's a worthless rag in this town,
It ain't no news source,
A cluttered mess that I don't want to read.
I don't know how they sell copies. But there's a new one everyday
A good old fashioned waste of trees, and the proof is coming off on my hands. Shouldn't expect much for fifty cents,
we should rename it the Daily Candle for the light it sheds on our dark corner of the world.
There's a running joke in this town. It ain't no news source.
A lightweight rag that takes five minutes to read.
There's local interest for local saps and I won't read the sports page.
It's a daily headache that I don't need. And the proof is coming off on my hands. Shouldn't expect much for fifty cents. We should rename it the Daily Movement, but I wouldn't use it to wipe my ass


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