Media Machine
Did it creep up slowly?
Like cancer upon our nation
Or has has it always been
Dripping acid through our stations?
When did we become so callous, cruel, uncaring?
There are no hero's left
Only gladiatorial spectating
Just like cattle people standing, filming
The violence on their little screen
Uploading doesn't make it real
Who really cares what the truth is?
As long as we're the first to print
Who cares who we step upon
Squash the prowl's with our spin and brawn
Fuck rights, wrongs, buts and ifs
This joke of censorship
What the little ones cannot see
Top shelf magazines blackened out
Beheadings on daytime TV
Avarice knows no boundaries
With the ruthless heart of Murdoch
A rich old fool croaking humble means nothing to me
And hacking into emails, bugging mobile phones
His paper skin resembles the money he loves
Who really cares what the truth is?
As long as we're the first to print
Who cares who we step upon
Squash the prowl's with our spin and brawn
Fuck rights, wrongs, buts and ifs
Fuck rights, wrongs, buts and ifs
Fuck rights, wrongs, buts and ifs
Fuck rights, wrongs, buts and ifs
Fuck rights, wrongs, buts and ifs
Like cancer upon our nation
Or has has it always been
Dripping acid through our stations?
When did we become so callous, cruel, uncaring?
There are no hero's left
Only gladiatorial spectating
Just like cattle people standing, filming
The violence on their little screen
Uploading doesn't make it real
Who really cares what the truth is?
As long as we're the first to print
Who cares who we step upon
Squash the prowl's with our spin and brawn
Fuck rights, wrongs, buts and ifs
This joke of censorship
What the little ones cannot see
Top shelf magazines blackened out
Beheadings on daytime TV
Avarice knows no boundaries
With the ruthless heart of Murdoch
A rich old fool croaking humble means nothing to me
And hacking into emails, bugging mobile phones
His paper skin resembles the money he loves
Who really cares what the truth is?
As long as we're the first to print
Who cares who we step upon
Squash the prowl's with our spin and brawn
Fuck rights, wrongs, buts and ifs
Fuck rights, wrongs, buts and ifs
Fuck rights, wrongs, buts and ifs
Fuck rights, wrongs, buts and ifs
Fuck rights, wrongs, buts and ifs
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Writer(s): Lee Davey
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