Press Gang

The sound you can't un-hear

What's the colour, what's the colour of this CMYK heaven?

Like listening to the sea in shell or boxing with knuckles bare

Reading the world on your lap

As the press gang lets up

Fleet Street mirrors, column inches

Here's the real story for ya

Once took a keen eye to nail that smile

Once took a keener eye to part stars and lovers

How the press gang went down fighting

Oh, how the press gang went down swinging

It's got legs

It's got legs

Walks and it walks and it walks and it walks

Runs, then it runs, then it runs

Then it stops

Then it stops

Thrust a paper in your hand

Went for a walk through an ink-stained land

You're better off uninformed

High, high praise indeed

Walks and it walks and it walks and it walks

Runs, then it runs, then it runs

Then it stops

Then it stops

Walks and it walks and it walks and it walks

Runs, then it runs, then it runs

Then it stops

Then it stops

Walks and it walks and it walks and it walks

Runs, then it runs

Then it stops

Then it stops