Another twisted yarn of sorts (critique as you'd like)

I was watching tv one night and I'd seen this story a bizillion times. Finally it just annoyed me and I made a tribute to gossip shows or "trash tv" as I know it. I list it as a poem but it's more a song really that I just never wrote a tune to.

"Here we go Again"

I'm waiting in the bushes.
Or even on your lawn.
Wherever you go I'll be there.
Seven days a week from dusk to dawn.
Standing in a public place.
I'm the camera in your famous face.
Invading even your most private place.

But that's the way the story goes.
Picture snapping psycho.
Nowhere you can hide in this land.
I'm your dirty laundry's biggest fan.
And I am...

Hiding in the public eye.
I'm that same old news guy.
Take the picture don't be slow.
Crap is king this I know.
At home or on stage you're the latest front page.
Face on the news at ten.
Oh here we go again.

Don't get caught drinking.
Or smoking on the sly.
I'll find out about it.
Think of me as your personal spy.
This is not stalking so don't blow a fuse.
This is not harrassment.
Rather it's entertainment news.

But that's the way the story goes.
Picture snapping psycho.
Nowhere you can hide in this land.
I'm your dirty laundry's biggest fan.
And I am...

Hiding in the public eye.
I'm that same old news guy.
Taking pictures for the show.
Crap is king this I know.
At home or on stage you're the latest front page.
Face on the news at ten.
Oh here we go again.

When you vacation I will find you.
Your first step should be to look behind you.
In the beginning your talent defined you.
But under my wheels I will now grind you.

So here's how the story goes.
From a picture snapping psycho.
You cannot hide in your private station.
I am the voice of a blood-thirsty nation.
And I am...

Hiding in the public eye.
I'm that same old news guy.
Taking pictures for the show.
Crap is king this I know.
At home or on stage you're the latest front page.
Face on the news at ten.
Oh here we go again.

This reminds me of Britney's song in retaliation against the paparazzi and all the trash magazines out there. It's sad too because they post constant lies, and people's images go down in flames because of some supposedly murky shot that shows this horrendous deed. The fascination with their personal lives eludes me, though I will admit that, rarely, I will pick up a magazine to catch up on things. Anyway, to the point. I heard it as a song while reading, and I'd probably buy it if you could make it into a tune and croon it in an awesome manner. =)