At a time when, yet again, the newspapers and media are making the news instead of reporting the news, this song from Billy Bragg seems very topical.

Someone's hiding in the bushes with a telephoto lens
While their editor assures them, the means justify the ends,
Because we only hunt celebrities and it's just a bit of fun
But the Scousers never buy the Sun.

 

While the parents of the missing girl cling desperately to hope,
A copper takes improper payments in a big brown envelope.
And noonein the newsroom asks where this headline from,
And Scousers never buy the Sun.

Tabloids make their money betting bullshit baffles brains,
And they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains.
And they say "Look all we're doing is giving people what they want"
Well they're crying out for justice, people crying out for justice.

And the man they call "The Digger" casts a proprietary eye
Over what happens in the gutter and what goes on in the Sky,
And he claims he's fit and proper and the watchdog sings his song
But Scousers never buy the Sun.

International executives they hang their head in shame
And tell us with their hands on hearts that the paperboy's to blame,
But you who love that kiss'n'tell, you must bear some guilt as well,
Scousers never buy the Sun.

Tabloids making millions betting bullshit baffles brains,
And they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains,
And they say "All we're doing is giving people what they want".
Well they're crying out for justice, people crying out for justice.

In the corridors of power they all sit down to sup,
With the devil and his minions and they ask for his opinions,
But the politicians wring their hands and cry "What's to be done?"
And Scousers never buy the Sun.

No-one comes out looking good when all is said and done,
But the Scousers never buy the Sun.