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Journalists Who Lie Lyrics
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
Mate, give us the knife
Give us the knife
Journalists who lie
So happy in malice
Rock star - out of line
So happy in malice
Oh ...
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
Of your soul
Still bargaining away the Truth
So easily
Truth
Journalists who lie
Stealing the money
Prospering with spite
And 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 :
By spreading Biz myth-lies
About the ones who've made their name
Stick in the knife
Stick in the knife
The truth is, it happens
Praise, then crucify
Just follow this pattern
And see how :
By spreading sickening lies
About the ones who've made their name
Mate, give us the knife
Give us the knife
So happy in malice
Rock star - out of line
So happy in malice
Oh ...
So sick and belaboured
They only want to be favoured
They only want to be favoured
See how :
With unprovable lies
About the ones
Who've made their name
Of your soul
Still bargaining away the Truth
So easily
Truth
Stealing the money
Prospering with spite
And Hate-In-A-Hurry
The truth is, it happens
Praise, then crucify
Just follow this pattern
So sick and belaboured
They want to be favoured
They only want to be favoured
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Obviously, this song is about the deep-seated love/hate confused emotions Morrissey felt for his gay second cousin on his mother's side...
Nah. It's about journalists who lie to sell papers and boost their own fortunes. :-) Some lyrics are self-explanatory.