I don't know what's going on the TV news has got me confused
So Bobby King is paying his dues for bald faced avarice
Was it the CIA or the same or the other side, somebody's lying
They write in black and white but it comes out gray to me, I can't believe it
I don't know, no I don't, but I care
Through all the subterfuge and intrigue we've lost our way trying to keep it
And though we ask the old God for change the status quo will remain
They turned us inside out with half truths confusing you, seems so good to me
I don't know, no I don't, but I care
It's hard to tell the good from the bad when they're both wearing camouflage green jeans
And when the danger lurks for the teens in bed some more, it's nothing new
Well if there's any doubt who I am just call me John, Johnny Q Public
Now that the Walter Cronkites are gone I'm so unsure I can't believe it
I don't know, no I don't, but I care