Never Buy The Sun

Someone's hiding in the bushes with a telephoto lens
While their editor assures them the means justifies the ends
'Cause we only hunt celebrities, it's all a bit of fun
The Scousers never buy the Sun

The parents of the missing girl cling desperately to hope
A copper takes improper payments in a thick brown envelope
And no one in the newsroom asks "Where's this headline from?"
Scousers never buy the Sun

Tabloids make their money betting bullshit baffles brains
And they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains
And they say: "All we're doing is giving people what they want"
Well, they're crying out for justice, people crying out for justice
And the man they call "The Digger" casts a proprietary eye
Over what happens in the gutter and what goes on in the sky
And he claims he's fit and proper and the watchdog sings his song
But the Scousers never buy the Sun

International executives, they hang their heads in shame
And tell us with their hands on heart, the paper boy's to blame
But you who love that kiss and tell, you must bear some guilt as well
Scousers never buy the Sun

Tabloids make their millions betting bullshit baffles brains
And they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains
And they say: "All we're doing is giving people what they want"
Well, they're crying out for justice, people crying out for justice

In the corridors of power they all sit down to sup
With the devil and his minions, and they ask for his opinions
And the politicians wring their hands and cry: "What's to be done?"
But the Scousers never buy the Sun

No one comes out looking good when all is said and done
But the Scousers never buy the Sun

"Justice for the Nottingham Six"