Saints Preserve Us

It's an immediacy now that's in the glare of television Crippled by your self-obsession and weight of indecision You've reached the top by lying, your constant wheeler dealing You've gone and done it now, you've seized the Murdoch shilling You wonder how you managed when your life was such a mess Wholly as a product of your wanton carelessness Exacerbated by the worries others have of you Are they as certain of themselves as they are of you? Wouldn't you like to know, will the Saints preserve us? Isn't it right to know, will the Saints preserve us? Everybody needs to know, will the Saints preserve us? Wouldn't you like to know? Disinterested, unconcerned by our impending doom The irreverent adulterer is eyeing up the room Mean and faux and gauche, hoping himself cool Thinking that he's sage and wise, inconsequential fool Propped up by the barons of the Fleet Street generation Assisted by the BBC, gaslight the conversation Leave behind a woeful wake of human devastation Surely a deserved demise, eternal damnation! Wouldn't you like to know, will the Saints preserve us? Isn't it right to know, will the Saints preserve us? Everybody needs to know, will the Saints preserve us? Everybody'd like to know... Entitled! Self-obsessed! Venal! Pocket-lining! Faithless! Philanderer! Liar! Liar! Suit's on fire! Fire, fire and re-hire! The Emporer views his manner while his clothing tells the tale He thinks he's swathed in golden threads, butt naked as the day His paymasters pass shopping lists, a nod of crass approving How do we know the PM lies? Because his lips are moving The house of cards is teetering, foundations of disdain While donors stuff their pockets full of money in our name The day is near, this charlatan is gonna get his fix Dragged into a swirling cesspit, sinking in the Styx Wouldn't you like to know, will the Saints preserve us? Isn't it right to know, will the Saints preserve us? Everybody needs to know, will the Saints preserve us? Everybody needs to know