I Wish I Was A Talk Show Host Lyrics

In time these scars will heal but till then strike out at will
These ratings soar each time you say fuck
The crowds won't go away until you act what you say
These ratings soar each time you beat him up

American socialite meets American parasite
The times are changing, we'd all hate not to see a fight
In time strike out at will, when this is over feel free to kill
These ratings soar each time you threaten his life

Hate him, hate him, hate her
Hit him, hit him, hit her