Amanda Palmer - Dear Daily Mail lyrics
[Amanda Palmer - Dear Daily Mail lyrics]
Dear Daily Mail
It has come to my recent attention
That my recent appearance at Glastonbury
Festivals kindly received a mention
I was doing a number of things on that
Stage up to and including singing songs
(like you do)
But, you chose to ignore that and instead you
Published a feature review of my boob
Dear Daily Mail there's a thing called a
Search engine: use it!
If you'd googled my tit's
In advance you'd have
Found that your photos are hardly exclusive
In addition you state that my
Breast had escaped from
My bra like a thief on the run
How do you know that it wasn't attempting to
Just take in the RARE British sun?
Dear Daily Mail
It's so sad what you tabloids are doing
Your focus on debasing women's appearances
Devolves our species of humans
But a rag is a rag and far be it
From me to go censoring anyone OH NO
It appears that my entire body is
Currently trying to escape this kimono
Dear Daily Mail you misogynist pile of twats
I'm tired of these baby bumps, vadge flashes
Muffintops where are the newsworthy COCKS?
If Iggy or Jagger or Bowie go topless
The news barely causes a ripple
Blah blah blah feminist blah blah blah
Gender shit blah blah blah oh my god nipple
Dear Daily Mail
You will never write about this night
I know that because I've
Addressed you directly
I've made myself no fun to fight
But thanks to the Internet people all over
The world can enjoy this discourse
And commune with a roomful of people in
London who aren't drinking
Kool-Aid like yours
And though there be millions
Of people who'll accept
The cultural bar where you have it at
There are plenty of others
Who're perfectly willing
To see breasts in their natural habitat
I keenly anticipate your highly literate
Coverage of upcoming tours
Dear Daily Mail uP YOURS
It has come to my recent attention
That my recent appearance at Glastonbury
Festivals kindly received a mention
I was doing a number of things on that
Stage up to and including singing songs
(like you do)
But, you chose to ignore that and instead you
Published a feature review of my boob
Dear Daily Mail there's a thing called a
Search engine: use it!
If you'd googled my tit's
In advance you'd have
Found that your photos are hardly exclusive
In addition you state that my
Breast had escaped from
My bra like a thief on the run
How do you know that it wasn't attempting to
Just take in the RARE British sun?
Dear Daily Mail
It's so sad what you tabloids are doing
Your focus on debasing women's appearances
Devolves our species of humans
But a rag is a rag and far be it
From me to go censoring anyone OH NO
It appears that my entire body is
Currently trying to escape this kimono
Dear Daily Mail you misogynist pile of twats
I'm tired of these baby bumps, vadge flashes
Muffintops where are the newsworthy COCKS?
If Iggy or Jagger or Bowie go topless
The news barely causes a ripple
Blah blah blah feminist blah blah blah
Gender shit blah blah blah oh my god nipple
Dear Daily Mail
You will never write about this night
I know that because I've
Addressed you directly
I've made myself no fun to fight
But thanks to the Internet people all over
The world can enjoy this discourse
And commune with a roomful of people in
London who aren't drinking
Kool-Aid like yours
And though there be millions
Of people who'll accept
The cultural bar where you have it at
There are plenty of others
Who're perfectly willing
To see breasts in their natural habitat
I keenly anticipate your highly literate
Coverage of upcoming tours
Dear Daily Mail uP YOURS