What's black and white with blood surely spilled

It's the queues of the views

Of the neo-con news

I spent three years in my bed

Wake up to find print is dead

Bleeding ears by shouting heads

So many words with nothing said

In their sight money makes right

And a nation suffers fools

Have you ever felt in your life more f**king used

I spent three years in my bed

Wake up to find print is dead

Bleeding ears by shouting heads

I wish I had stayed in bed

I survived Wednesday morning while the kind people cried

Just this working class kid who writes to stay alive

Keep it alive

Keep it alive

Keep it alive

Keep it alive

Photoshop the smiles and spin the tears

They'd do anything to feed our hopes and fears

Twist a phrase and disguise a lie

They have no soul to sell

Because they already live in hell