Preacher man comes preaching with the light of day,
Tells me send money, everything will be OK.
I don't know. Haven't been lifted up yet.

There's a man calling me on the telephone,
There's a man coming to my own home,
I don't know, I'm sick of crap like that.

We're living in a world that's for sale,
We're living in a world of truth or dares,
We're living in a world where no one cares,
We're living, we're living, we're living in a Tabloid World.

There's a man trying to sell me everything
He's got used cars and he's got diamond rings
I don't know. Haven't been sold yet.

We're living in a world that's for sale,
We're living in a world of truth or dares,
We're living in a world where no one cares,
We're living, we're living, we're living in a Tabloid World.

Oh, baby can you help me?
Can you help me tonight?
Can you help me feel a little better about myself?
Oh, baby can you help me?
Can you help me tonight?
Can you help me feel a little better about the world?

We're living in a world that's for sale,
We're living in a world of truth or dares,
We're living in a world where no one cares,
We're living, we're living, we're living in a Tabloid World.

Words and music by Todd DeFeo. Copyright 1997, 2007 Todd DeFeo