The Daily Mail

The loonies are up on the 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

Where's the truth
What's the use
In hanging around
Lost and found
With your head
In the sand
Fat chance
No plan
No regard
For human life
Keep trying
You’ve no right
Fast and loose
Win or lose
Jumped the queue
Go back again
President
For life
Lord of all
The flies in the sky
The beasts of the earth
The fish in the sea
You’ve lost command