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

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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?

I'm hanging around lost and found

And when you're here, innocent

Fat chance, no plan

No regard for human life

Keep trying, you're not right

You're fast to lose, you will lose

You 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