The street of shame is a street of hacks The men behind the men who do deals behind our backs The fourth estate is a house of hate Media pimps with scant regards for facts Like flies in search of shit to swarm around They nail their victims with a telephoto to the ground Feed the people on scraps of evil They should be grateful for small mercies And their daily diet - a plateful of hateful
Riding high are the monachy Those parasites with titles and a family tree The hateful power behind the smiling visions The face that launched a thousand bingo competitions Wealth in abundance and more to spare The only qualities are the royal mare Private greed, not public need Life's geared to profit, money, wealth They can't get enough of it
This crazy system is a heedless shame A fit gain For the rich an easy ride And for the poor a life of pain And in the papers the same old story Every picture sells a tory The finest halmarks of the second rate The mental vacuum in a grand estate