Dear Mr. Murdoch, what have you done
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With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun?
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You sharpen our hatred
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You've blunted our minds
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We're drowning in nipples and bingo and sex crimes
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How many time must they poke and they pry
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Must they twist and lie?
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Just to add to the grime they even screwed up the times
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Love to kick their arse goodbye oh wouldn't i!
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Dear Mr. Murdoch you play hard to see
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But with your bare-arsed cheek you should be on page three
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And dear Mr. Murdoch you're really the pits
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Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits
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They stain all they touch, they're real woman haters
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But we're on their trail
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They go straight for the lowest common denominators
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How could they fail? go straight to jail - (no bail)!
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Dear Mr. Murdoch you're a powerful man
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You control half our media whose values don't scan
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And dear Mr. Murdoch we're not so amused
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Just line up the people whose lives they've abused
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Dear Mr. Murdoch what do you know
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With your minions like vultures and carrion crow
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They've sunk just as low as humans can sink
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For profit they tell us how mass murderers think
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And dear Mr. Murdoch you come down from on high
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You even bought up the air waves, you control all our sky
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Dear Mr. Murdoch you're a dangerous chap
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With your jingoist lingo we're drowning in crap
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Dear Mr. Murdoch where are you coming from?
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Getting so hard to tell if you're a yank, oz or pom
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Dear Mr. Murdoch you're really the pits
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Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits
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Dear Mr. Murdoch you do it with zing
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At lowering the standards you're really the king
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And dear Mr. Murdoch what have you done?
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You're not quite as nice as attila the hun
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Dear Mr. Murdoch
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| Roger Taylor |
