| Bless The Printing Press |
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| A natural accidental, how astonishing |
| Two women hold each other in tears while a quarter was spent |
| Exploiting death and destruction |
| Land scoured, trailers flipped, and we are sure lucky |
| That Disney wasn’t levelled |
| Because our tourist economy would suffer |
| My fingers are stained with red ink |
| And pages bleed into contemporary |
| Yellow journalism reads like religious |
| Text as we fade into market schemes |
| Of pure advertisement |
| We bless this printing press |
| As propaganda is purely fact |
