Un altramuz para Satán

「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 all a bit of fun but the Scousers never buy the Sun. And the parents of the missing girl cling desperately to hope while a copper takes improper payments in a thin brown envelope and nobody in the newsroom asks where this information's from. But the 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 "Well, we're just giving the 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 goes on in the gutter and what happens in the Sky. And he claims he's fit and proper and the watchdog sings his song but the Scousers never buy the Sun. International executives they hang their heads in shame, tell us with their hands on hearts that the paperboy's to blame but everyone who loves that kiss'n'tell, you must share the blame as well. But the Scousers never buy the Sun. Tabloids making millions betting bullshit baffles brains and they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains and just say "Well, we're just giving the 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 say "What's to be done?" But the Scousers never buy the Sun. Well noone comes out, well when all is said and done, but the Scousers never buy the Sun」

*Never buy the Sun. Billy Bragg, 2012.