The Daily Mail

The moonies are up on the mountain
The lunatics have taken over the asylum
Waiting on the rapture
Singing we’re here
To keep your prices down
We’ll feed you to the hounds
To the Daily Mail
To get up, together
You made a pig’s ear
You made a mistake
Paid off security
And got through the gate
You got away with it But we lie in wait
Where’s the truth
What’s the use
I’m hanging around
Lost and found
And with your head in the sand
Fat chance, no plan
No regard for human life
You’ll keep time
You’ve no right
You’re fast and loose
You win or lose
You jumped the queue
You’re back again
President for life
Lord of all
The flies in the sky
The beasts of the earth
The fish in the sea
Have lost command