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The Press Corpse

 

The Downing Street memo says

 

We gotta work to make the facts fit the false charges

Pull the wool over the eyes of the filthy masses

Stab the people in the back for the corporate choice

Roll the propaganda out using The People’s Voice

 

We don’t want to talk about it

 

The press scribble scribble every half-truth spoke

Then shoot it round the country like an April Fools joke

Hype the nation for a Desert Storm love affair

Wave the stars and stripes like you just don’t care!

 

They talk it up all day, they talk it up all night

They talk until their face turns blue - Red white and blue!

But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day

We find the picture still askew

 

They don’t want to talk talk talk talk talk about it

They wanna tiptoe, walk around it

Wave the flag and mindlessly salute

Oh! Whoa!

They don’t want to talk about it

They wanna tiptoe, walk around it

Wave the flag and cowardly salute

 

Ohhhhh, whoa!

 

And on the TV screen

Diversion and aversion is the flavor of the day

Was it WMDs? Or Democracy?

Blame it on MI-6 or the CIA

The White House Press Corpse only has one thing to say

 

“We don’t want to talk about it!”

 

The White House boils over, “Al Jazeera got it wrong!”

The Press Corpse jumps onboard singing the White House song

While over in Iraq thousands are dead because of lies

The spineless war drumming-press corpse have taken lives

 

They talk it up all day, they talk it up all night

They talk until their face turns blue - Red white and blue!

But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day

We find the picture still askew

 

They don’t want to talk talk talk talk talk about it

They wanna tiptoe, walk around it

Wave the flag and mindlessly salute

Oh! Whoa!

They don’t want to talk about it

They wanna tiptoe, walk around it

Wave the flag and cowardly salute

 

Ohhhhh, whoa!

 

1, 2, 3, 4!

1, 2, 3, 4!

 

Fires fueled on endless lies

Black shrouds coat desert skies

A nation’s viewpoint blurred and led

As embeds report what they’re fed

 

We don’t want to talk about it

We don’t want to talk about it

We don’t want to talk about it

We don’t want to talk about it

 

(We don’t want to talk about it )

We don’t, don’t want to, we don’t wanna talk about it

(We don’t want to )

We don’t, don’t want to, we don’t wanna talk

 

They don’t want to talk talk talk talk talk about it

They wanna tiptoe, walk around it

Wave the flag and cowardly salute

Oh! Whoa!

They don’t want to talk about it

They wanna tiptoe, walk around it

Wave the flag and cowardly salute

 

Ohhhhh, whoa!