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

As sharp as knives And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes we would all go down together We met as soulmates On Parris Inland We left as inmates From an asylum And we were sharp

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away