Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits Dear mr murdoch, what have you done With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun? You sharpen our hatred You've blunted our minds We're drowning in nipples and bingo and sex crimes How many

Tie my hands What am I gonna be What have I done so bad What is my destiny What am I supposed to see We are at war With the universe The sky is falling And the only thing that can save us now