Stringers

Bumpers shape the plane and pepper the scene Archive for the public to feed They'll give him substance to eat

Twisted metal frame, anonymous name For a buck they'll come face to face And hope their footage gets claimed

But he's not a beast He's a stringer But he's not a beast He's a stringer

Peels onto the grass and runs to his trunk An open fair is spilling with drunks He turns and tells him, "Good luck"

Scrawny strangers bow, condemned to the house Neighbors on the street look around Cashing in what he found

But he's not a beast He's a stringer But he's not a beast He's a stringer But he's not a beast He's a stringer (He's a stringer) But he's not a beast He's a stringer (He's a stringer) But he's not a beast He's a stringer (He's a stringer) But he's not a beast He's a stringer (He's a stringer)