I don't want to know
What state they found the bodies in
I don't want to read the transcript of the 999
Turn to page twelve for pictures of their crying child
It is disgusting, revolting, and it is not news. No.
I would never deny the morbid delight, the fascination that we share
For death and despair but we must beware, and never pretend that it's not there
But keep it controlled we have evolved beyond basic instincts of old
It's this that keeps us apart
From animals and media men
Cry revolution!
Don't buy these shitrags
With head-lies full of buzz words
Do you really need to know?
I saw a show, a programme on my plasma screen
This girl was killed on CCTV
They played in back in slo mo with a commentary
It might have been a football match.
It made me sick.
See, week after week, these guys
Compete with brookside and cornation street they calmly corrupt, sexing it up, ethically morally bankrupt.
Tragic, senseless, these words turn facts into porn
For emotional voyeurs and it's got to stop. Stop!
But now the word is out
Now we all know
The depths they plumb
And how low they go
Just to make some dough
We long before
On some slow week night
They go grab a star
And snuff out its light
For the exclusive rights?
But let's face the facts
We all know full well
That wouldn't do it at all
If it didn't sell
We've created our own hell
So let's draw the line
It's time to choose
Do we want the truth
Or some pundit's views?
While we still have minds to lose
Let's kill the f*cking news!
Revolution!
Don't buy these shitrags
With head-lies full of buzz words
Do you really need to know?
Close your eyes.