We are guilty, we are beyond hope We beg to differ, we are a terminal case
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings Press darlings, press darlings We depress the press, darlings
We're on the outside, but we're not looking in We are the Vaseline gang, we don't play your little games
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings Press darlings, press darlings We depress the press, darlings
And if evil be the food of genius There aren't many demons around If passion ends in fashion Nick Kent is the best-dressed man in town
Are we different? No We are exactly the same There are no boxes for us The ones you love to hate, so read on
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings Press darlings, press darlings We depress the press, darlings
And if evil be the food of genius There aren't many demons around If passion ends in fashion Bushel is the best-dressed man in town
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings Press darlings, press darlings We depress the
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings Press darlings, press darlings We are the press, darlings
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