Thom Yorke - The Daily Mail lyrics

The moonies are up on the 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 Where's the truth What's the use I'm hanging around Lost and found And with your head in the sand Fat chance, no plan No regard for human life You'll keep time You've no right You're fast and loose You win or lose You jumped the queue You're back again President for life Lord of all The flies in the sky The beasts of the earth The fish in the sea Have lost command