The Good Magazine

In the world today, so few things are sure
Obscurity exists, you're gonna end up dying
But there is one place, where the truth is always pure
And it's found amidst your urge for impulse buying
Tabloids are the prophets of the twenty-first century
They tell you what's going on and do so exceptionally
They predict the future and can heal the common cold
They aren't working cuz we think that "TIME" is the real gold
Noah had dinosaurs with him on the ark
The world is gonna end today, no tomorrow
This celebrity is gay, they saw him in the park
Drinking tea made of this herb will counteract sorrow
The Sun, the Star, Examiner and all of the others
The people working there are trying to save us all
I know that these stories seem crazy, but you gotta believe em
You gonna be ready when the seventh trumpet calls?
Tabloids are the prophets of the twenty-first century
They tell you what's going on and do so exceptionally
They predict the future and can heal the common cold
They aren't working cuz we think that "TIME" is the real gold
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Tabloids are the prophets of the twenty-first century
They tell you what's going on and do so exceptionally
They predict the future and can heal the common cold
They aren't working cuz we think that "TIME" is the real gold
Tabloids are the prophets of the twenty-first century
They tell you what's going on and do so exceptionally
They predict the future and can heal the common cold
They aren't working cuz we think that "TIME" is the real gold