The street of shame is a street of hacks
The men behind the men who do deals behind our backs
The fourth estate is a house of hate
Media pimps with scant regards for facts
Like flies in search of shit to swarm around
They nail their victims with a telephoto to the ground
Feed the people on scraps of evil
They should be grateful for small mercies
And their daily diet - a plateful of hateful

Riding high are the monachy
Those parasites with titles and a family tree
The hateful power behind the smiling visions
The face that launched a thousand bingo competitions
Wealth in abundance and more to spare
The only qualities are the royal mare
Private greed, not public need
Life's geared to profit, money, wealth
They can't get enough of it

This crazy system is a heedless shame
A fit gain
For the rich an easy ride
And for the poor a life of pain
And in the papers the same old story
Every picture sells a tory
The finest halmarks of the second rate
The mental vacuum in a grand estate