Lyrics:

Temperamental editors

Searching for the passion

Overpaid and over-rated

Looking for a cash in

It’s too late



If you want to read a little

Useless information

If you’ve had enough

With all the troubles with our nation

Don’t wait



And you read about it

You just can’t sleep without

The pages of the magazine

Don’t believe in all you read

You can’t trust the tabloid magazine

And I’m about to break down

It’s just a tabloid magazine

And I don’t wanna break down



Picture hungry journalists

Searching for some action

Running all the stories

Like it’s going out of fashion

It’s too late



Everybody’s reading

Everybody else’s problems

Everybody’s busy stopping

What they haven’t started

Don’t wait



Don’t wanna be around ‘em

Better off without them

You know you can’t escape them



And you read about them all the time

From the pages of the magazine

But you can’t believe in all you read



Well it’s too late

And you’re gonna have to wait

And you won’t want turn out the light