The Daily Mail

The Moonies are up on a mountain

The lunatics have taken

Over the asylum

Waiting on the rapture

Singing: “We’re here

To keep your prices down

Feed you to the hounds

To the ‘Daily Mail’

Together, 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

Hey, hey, hey...

Where’s the truth?

What’s the use

In hang around?

Lost and found

With your head

In the sand

Fat chance

No plan

No regard

For human life

Keep time

You’ve no right

Fastened, loose

You win and lose

Jump the queue

Go back again

President

For life

Love of all

The flies in the sky

The beasts of the Earth

The fish in the sea

Have lost command

Huh, huh, huh…