So won't you come So won't you come, baby So you better run Over the hills, salvation rests in the sun You're turnin' it, baby, rest in the sun I wanna tell you (Tell you) about the good news (Good news) Move fast like the bullet from the gun Flowers of

I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired So shame on me for the ruse Shame on me for the blues Another one returned that I'll never use I can be your liar I can be your bearer of bad news Sick and uninspired by

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

I don't know If you believe in Heaven If you believe in Hell Is alive and well Alive and well But I bet we can agree that the devil Surf the web Turn on the news Same old story

It's just another day in Heaven It's just another day in Heaven Turn on the news you'd think the world ain't got a prayer But if you turn it off and look around It's just another day in Heaven South oh oh

I saw the news this morning And saw your face across the screen And as I poured my coffee, I picked up a magazine But as I turned the page And looked inside There you were again (there you were) Oh these lonely times

I read the news today, oh boy I'd love to turn you on About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well I just had to laugh I saw the photograph He blew his mind out in a car He didn't notice that the lights had changed A crowd