Journalists Who Lie Songtext
von Morrissey
Journalists Who Lie Songtext
Journalists who lie
Stealing the money
Prospering with spite
Hate-in-a-hurry
Oh, see how they′re only trying to make their name
By spreading biz-myth-lies
About the ones who've made their name
Stick in the knife
Stick in the knife
Journalists who lie
The truth is, it happens
Praise, then crucify
Just follow this pattern
And see how they′re only trying to make their name
By spreading sickening lies
About the ones who've made their name
Give us the knife!
Give us the knife!
Journalists who lie
So happy in malice
For a Rock-Star out of line
So happy in malice
Journalists who lie
So sick and belaboured
They only want to be favoured
They only want to be favoured
See how they're only trying to make their name
With unprovable lies
About the ones who′ve made their name
(In the black hole out your soul)
(Still bargaining away the truth so easily)
(In the black hole out your soul)
(Still bargaining away the truth so easily)
(The truth so easily)
Journalists who lie
Stealing the money
Prospering with spite
Hate-in-a-hurry
Journalists who lie
The truth is, it happens
Praise, then crucify
Just follow this pattern
Journalists who lie
So sick and belaboured
They want to be favoured
They only want to be favoured
Stealing the money
Prospering with spite
Hate-in-a-hurry
Oh, see how they′re only trying to make their name
By spreading biz-myth-lies
About the ones who've made their name
Stick in the knife
Stick in the knife
Journalists who lie
The truth is, it happens
Praise, then crucify
Just follow this pattern
And see how they′re only trying to make their name
By spreading sickening lies
About the ones who've made their name
Give us the knife!
Give us the knife!
Journalists who lie
So happy in malice
For a Rock-Star out of line
So happy in malice
Journalists who lie
So sick and belaboured
They only want to be favoured
They only want to be favoured
See how they're only trying to make their name
With unprovable lies
About the ones who′ve made their name
(In the black hole out your soul)
(Still bargaining away the truth so easily)
(In the black hole out your soul)
(Still bargaining away the truth so easily)
(The truth so easily)
Journalists who lie
Stealing the money
Prospering with spite
Hate-in-a-hurry
Journalists who lie
The truth is, it happens
Praise, then crucify
Just follow this pattern
Journalists who lie
So sick and belaboured
They want to be favoured
They only want to be favoured
Writer(s): Steven Morrissey, Stephen Brian Street Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com