Dear Mr. Murdoch

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