[Hook] News is the tool that is abused to fool You and to leave you scared and confused Trews is like the news if the news was true I want some trews! Let's have some trews! [Verse 1] (How'd you dooo?) It's David unbiased v Goliath of liars It's coming straight from the highest Rapacious place of deniers Who might just break in the face of defiance Making alliance, spread like contagion and viruses Violent fires and riots are not the way that we make them retire Nah, we make it a science Changing the minds of the nation Break the supply and the chain should Fade and then dry up, deny the paper Messiah And face him straight in the eye And I proclaim it a triumph (Elementary!) You haven't got to be Sherlock to see That Rupert Murdoch's obscene A dude that murders the meaning Of truth and turns it to green They serve a political agenda Take words and then stick them in a blender Never give a sh** on whether it'll offend you Outing a gay politician as a bender We discussed it, we're disgusted! Given up on even trying to trust it Step on up and get a better look As I chuck a mega left hook at Rebekah Brooks No punches pulled, don't pull the wool over Bull You won't fool us all, we've no senses dulled You, you've no sense at all [Hook] News is the tool that is abused to fool You and to leave you scared and confused Trews is like the news if the news was true I want some trews! Let's have some trews! [Ad-lib] I have more things to say [Verse 2] Newspapers use acres of trees to make us believe There is a reason the name is "make believe" Pied papers are plaguing the streets Hate's a seed and when you plant it It propagates like a weed 'til you stamp it I hate to be so pedantic But in the papers I see the semantics Like I'm reading a pamphlet on ways You can be sycophantic to media magnates I'm not going to let you feed me a sandwich Of the sneakiest devious language To seize the advantage of people in grief And in anguish seems underhanded Consequently we feel disenchanted and rant at it In the manner Russel Brand did It's called not taking freedom for granted It's the reason I'm free to be candid To rap about deviant antics Like taking my penis and wa*king it Hey! We lower the tone! Page 3, throw us a bone! Tabloids make you sick for weeks So stick broadsheets 'twixt your cheeks Use them to brush the poo that's encrusted Just like glue to the tuft of pubes on your nuts We're wiping out bums, booties and bu*ts with your views And the loos have been flushed There ain't no news you can trust: All points of views are corrupt Them, me, you and even Russ To an extent we're all deluded and bluffed But would you figure us to collude to corrupt In a cruel and unjust and inhuman abuse Of your customers' trust and deluge them with guff Titillation, b**bies and lust Who's in a state with the booze and the d** Or their bruises and cuts and who's upper crust? Clue: when you're stuck to deduce a spoof from the truth It is prudent to look for proof in the fluff It may take humour and guts but we refuse to give up Even if we look kind of stupid and stuff Who gives a f**?! [Hook] News is the tool that is abused to fool You and to leave you scared and confused Trews is like the news if the news was true I want some trews! Let's have some trews!