Bumpers shape the plane and pepper the scene

Archive for the public to feed

They'll give them 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

Etc...