You're the masses.
We're the Media...

Through the visions, through the dreams,
Through the crazy-hair brained schemes...

We will teach you all a lesson,
you 'political elite...

Tell your son and tell your daughter
Tell them blood's thicker than water...

Well my words aren't silk
and my words aren't lace...

As Beyonce jerks and Miley twerks
and tits still pop out of the sun...

I've heard you weep, I've seen you cry,
I've been there as you grieve...

Stan's a man in uniform,
a man with real power...

Remember?
When we squashed up together in your favourite...

She's hanging by her fingernails,
she's hanging by a thread...

Down in the den that they call Number ten
lives a Maybot who's feeling quite cross...

Hooded shadows lurking
in the darkened corners...