| PARENTAL ADVISORY!!!!!!!!! Some of the lyricsin this song may offend the sensitivities of children, non-copyeditors and guys who wear ties. Sentiments expressed in the lyricsdo not represent the official position of the American Copy Editors Society -- we really DO like reporters! Abandon taste, all ye who enterhere. SEE THE CHART-TOPPING VIDEO!
You know it's hard out here on the rim (you ain't knowin')
When we tryin' to make all this copy fit (you ain't knowin')
You know my bus pass and coffee money's spent (you ain't knowin')
And a whole lotta reporters writin' shit (don't you know it)
You know it's hard out here on the rim (you ain't knowin')
When we tryin' to make all this copy fit (you ain't knowin')
You know I'm workin' yet another OT shift (you ain't knowin')
And a bunch of guys with ties talkin' shit (don't you know it)
In my time I done seen some crazy thangs on the rim
Gotta couple slots tweakin' all the heads that I send
But I gotta keep it tight, just like election night
And lettin' libel in the paypa, well I know that ain't right
Done seen stories spiked, seen editors deal
Seen rimmers die at their desks, man, I'm fo' real
It's messed up where I work, but that's just how it is
It might be new to you, but it's been like this fo' years
It's heads, jumps and tears when it come down to the desk
I'm tryin' to get some love 'fore I leave up out this wreck
I'm tryin' to change thangs but it's hard fo' a rim
But I'm hopin' and I'm prayin' I can squeeze it all in
You know it's hard out here on the rim (you ain't knowin')
When we tryin' to get all this copy in (you ain't knowin')
My computer's havin' yet another fit (you ain't knowin')
And a whole lotta reporters writin' shit (don't you know it)
You know it's hard out here on the rim (you ain't knowin')
When we tryin' to make all this copy fit (you ain't knowin')
You know I'm workin' yet another OT shift (you ain't knowin')
And a bunch of guys with ties talkin' shit (don't you know it)
Man it seems like I'm duckin' dodgin' errors everyday
Reporters hatin' on me, got their bads on 'replay'
But I gotta stay clean, gotta stay out tha' corrections
Then someone blew deadline and we had an insurrection
English class where I'm from, copy desk where I'm bound
Where my peeps all the time end up lost and never found
Man these writers think we fix thangs, get a big head
But we save 'em every night so sources don't want 'em dead
Now reporters they truly are a unique species
But a lot of what they write really smells like feces
That's the way the game goes, gotta keep it strictly pimpin'
Gotta make that copy tight, make those headlines kickin'
You know it's hard out here on the rim (you ain't knowin')
When we tryin' to make all this copy fit (you ain't knowin')
I'm makin' calls but nobody's called back in (you ain't knowin')
And a whole lotta reporters writin' shit (don't you know it)
You know it's hard out here on the rim (you ain't knowin')
When we tryin' to make all this copy fit (you ain't knowin')
You know I'm workin' yet another OT shift (you ain't knowin')
And a bunch of guys with ties talkin' shit (don't you know it)
Peace! We out!
Yeah, peace to composing.
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