Billy Bragg - Never Buy The Sun
A great song, with a great message.


         C             C/B           Am        C/G
Someone's hiding in the bushes with a telephoto lens
            F      Em                D                 G
While their editor assures them, the means justify the ends
           C         C/B                  Am          C/B
Because we only hunt celebrities and it's all a bit of fun
        Fm7            G       C
But the Scousers never buy the Sun

C,C/B,C/G

And the parents of the missing girl cling desperately to hope
While a copper takes improper payments in a big brown envelope
And nobody in the newsroom asks where this information's from
But the Scousers never buy the Sun

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        Fm7                               C
        Tabloids make their money betting bullshit baffles brains
                 Dm                      G
        And they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains
                 Fm7                             Em               Am
        And they say "Well, we're just giving the people what they want"
                      G                             G7
        Well they're crying out for justice, people crying out for justice

             (Same structure throughout the rest of the song.)

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 for his opinions
But the politicians wring their hands and say "What's to be done?"
But the Scousers never buy the Sun

Well no-one comes out well when all is said and done
But the Scousers never buy the Sun