Palavras: BILLY BRAGG

Someone’s hiding in the bushes with a telephoto lens
While their editor assures them, the means justify the end
Because we only hunt celebrities, it’s all a bit of fun
But the Scousers never buy The Sun

While the parents of the missing girl cling desperately to hope
And a copper takes improper payments in a thick brown envelope
And no one in the newsroom asks where is this headline from
But the Scousers never buy The Sun

Tabloids making millions betting bollocks baffles brains
And they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains
And they say "Well, 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 goes on in the gutter and what happens 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 that the paperboy’s to blame
But you who love that kiss’n’tell, you must bear some guilt as well
Scousers never buy The Sun

Tabloids make their money betting bollocks 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 Scousers never buy The Sun

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

- Billy Bragg

"Never buy the sun"