The tabloids lie and you lap up their lies
To back your prejudice you pay them well
A parent/guide which teaches to despise
Is all you daily crave. Why can't you tell?
They do not love you, but know what you love;
To snipe at those who trespass on your road,
To watch the pain of those who live above,
To bully those who fail your moral-code
Men scent a brand new Hindley in the air
The tabloids choose the dog on whom to spit
And if she did no crime you do not care
They miss the point who want some sense in it
Scapegoat-abusers hunt in packs and will
Always defend the joy of thinking ill