I don't want to know what state they found the bodies in
I don't want to read the transcript of the 999
"Turn to page twelve for pictures of their crying child"
It is disgusting, revolting, and it is not news, no
I would never deny the morbid delight
The fascination that we share for d**h and despair
But we must beware, and never pretend that it's not there
But keep it controlled
We have evolved beyond basic instincts of old
It's this that keeps us apart from animals and media men
Cry revolution
Don't buy these sh**rags with head-lies full of buzz words
Do you really need to know?
I saw a show, a programme on my plasma screen
This girl was k**ed on CCTV
They played it back in slo-mo with a commentary
It might have been a football match
It made me sick
See, week after week, these guys compete
With Brookside and Coronation Street
They calmly corrupt, s**ing it up
Ethically morally bankrupt
"Tragic", "Senseless", these words turn facts into p**n for emotional voyeurs and it's got to stop.
Stop!
But now the word is out, now we all know the depths they plumb
And how low they go just to make some dough
How long before, on some slow weeknight, they go grab a star and snuff out its light, for the exclusive rights?
But let's face the facts
We all know full well they wouldn't do it at all if it didn't sell
We've created our own hell
So let's draw the line, let's finally choose
Do we want the truth, or some pundit's views?
While we still have minds to lose, let's k** the f**ing news
Revolution
Don't buy these sh**-rags with head-lies full of buzz words
Do you really need to know?
Close your eyes