The Daily Mail

the moon is a rock on a mountain

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

waiting on the rapture



singing we're here to keep your prices down

we'll feed you to the hounds

to the daily mail, to get up, together



you made a pig's ear, you made a mistake

paid off security and got through the gate

you got away with it but we lie in wait eeeh

ehhh eeeh



where's the truth what's the use

i'm hanging around lost and found

and when you're here innocent

fat chance, no plan

no regard for human life



you'll keep time, you've no right

you're fast to lose, you will lose

you jumped the queue, you're back again



president for life, love of all

the flies in the sky, the beasts of the earth

the fish in the sea have lost command