Someone's
hiding in the bushes with a telephoto lens
While
their editor assures them, the means justify the ends
Because
we only hunt celebrities and it's all a bit of fun
But
the Scousers never buy the Sun
And
the parents of the missing girl cling desperately to hope
While
a copper takes improper payments in a big brown envelope
And
nobody in the newsroom asks where this information's from
But
the Scousers never buy the Sun
Tabloids
make their money betting bullshit baffles brains
And
they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains
And
they say "Well, we're just giving the people what they
Well
they're crying out for justice, people crying out for justice
And
the man they call "The Digger" casts a proprietary
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
But
the Scousers never buy the Sun
International
executives they hang their heads in shame
Tell
us with their hands on hearts that the paperboy's to blame
But
everyone who loves that kiss'n'tell, you must share the
But
the Scousers never buy the Sun
Tabloids
make their money betting bullshit baffles brains
And
they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains
And
they say "Well, we're just giving the people what they
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 for his opinions
But
the politicians wring their hands and say "What's to be
But
the Scousers never buy the Sun
Well
no-one comes out well when all is said and done
But
the Scousers never buy the Sun
