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Journalists Who Lie

Journalists who lie
Stealing the money
Prospering with spite
Hate-in-a-hurry
See how they're only trying to make their name
By spreading biz-myth-lies
About the ones who've made their name
Stick in the knife
Stick in the knife

Journalists who lie
The truth is, it happens
Praise then crucify
Just follow this pattern
And see how they're only trying to make their name
By spreading sickening lies
About the ones who've made their name
Give us the knife!
Give us the knife!

Journalists who lie
So happy in malice
For a Rock-Star out of line
So happy in malice

Journalists who lie
So sick and belaboured
They only want to be favored
They only want to be favored
See how they're only trying to make their name
With unprovable lies
About the ones who've made their name

In the black hole out your soul
Still bargaining away the truth so easily




Album: [b-sides]
Year of Publication: 1991
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Stephen Street

last update: 28.03.2005

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Giornalisti che mentono

Giornalisti bugiardi
che rubano i soldi
che prosperano con la malignità
Odio tout-court
Guarda come non fanno altro che farsi un nome
diffondendo bugie colossali
su coloro che si sono fatti un nome
Conficcate il coltello!
Conficcate il coltello!

Giornalisti bugiardi
La verità è che accade
Elogiare, poi crocifiggere
Basta seguire questo modello
e capisci come non fanno altro che cercare di farsi un nome
diffondendo bugie schifose
su coloro che si sono fatti un nome
Dateci un coltello!
Dateci un coltello!

Giornalisti bugiardi
Felici nel rancore
per una rock-star non conforme
Così felici nel rancore

Giornalisti bugiardi
così disgustosi e bastonati
vogliono soltanto essere privilegiati
vogliono soltanto essere privilegiati
Guarda come non fanno altro che cercare di farsi un nome
con bugie indimostrabili
su coloro che si sono fatti un nome

Nel buco nero fuori dalla vostra anima
sempre a svendere la verità con tanta disinvoltura




Album: [b-sides]
Anno di pubblicazione: 1991
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Stephen Street

ultimo agg.: 28.03.2005

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