Fauxtoclone
(with apologies to Paul Simon)

When I think back on all the crap the media fed me,
It’s a wonder I still have a clue.
But the exposure of Fauxtography has freed me;
This propaganda I can now see through.

Fauxtoclone
They give us those nice thick smoke trails,
And “Green Helmet” posing entrails;
Make you think all Beirut was blown away.
They got a fauxto program,
They love to make a fauxtograph.
Oh mama, please take their Fauxtoclone away.

If you took all the phony pictures propagated,
And brought them all together in one file,
You’d have a testament to treason unabated;
You’d have a monumental lying pile.

Fauxtoclone
They give us a fake construction,
They give us a staged production;
Make you think day is night, and night is day.
They’re in the fauxto business,
Disseminating fauxtographs.
Oh mama, please take their Fauxtoclone away.

And so in all the mainstream media publications,
From Reuters wires to the New York Times,
There is a flood of fauxtographic fabrications;
There is a trail of journalistic crimes.

Fauxtoclone
They give us a mocked-up missile,
They give us clean toys in rubble;
Make your heart bleed; emotions they will sway.
They run a fauxto racket,
Distributing their fauxtographs.
Oh mama, please take their Fauxtoclone away.

If you count all the times Flat Fatima’s been homeless,
And all the times the IDF’s been framed,
And all the Pallywood productions foisted on us,
You’ll realize the MSM’s to blame.

Fauxtoclone
They give us contrived depictions,
They give us misleading captions;
Make you think good is bad, and bad’s okay.
They’re fauxto-journalistas,
Subverting truth with fauxtographs.
Oh mama, please take their Fauxtoclone away.