TV Priest - Press Gang Lyrics

The sound you can't un-hear

What's the colour, what's the colour
Of this CMYK heaven
Like listening to the sea in shell
Or boxing with knuckles bare
Reading the world on your lap
As the press gang lets up
Fleet Street mirrors, column inches

Heres the real story for ya
Once took a keen eye to nail that smile
Once took a keener eye to part stars and lovers
How the press gang went down fighting
Oh how the press gang went down swinging
It's got legs! It's got legs!
Walks and it walks and it walks and it walks
Runs, then it runs, then it runs
Then it stops
Then it stops

Thrust a paper in your hand
Went for a walk through an ink-stained land
You're better off uninformed
High, high praise indeed!

Walks and it walks and it walks and it walks
Runs, then it runs, then it runs
Then it stops
Then it stops