Things as They Are

On the page, you're a sage, you're a real superstar
And every page is engaged in keeping things as they are

Remember the nights when you ripped through the bins
Well, at four in the morning it made quite a din
When you discovered those knickers of tin
There's a story inside them somewhere

I see that your blog western values espouses
Both Russia and China with all due repouses
That's real steel in Palestinian houses
Is nobody's else's business

On the page, you're a sage, you're a real superstar
And every page is engaged in keeping things as they are

The paper you write for it is a loss leader
It's haemorrhaging readers like a heavy bleeder
They shuffle upstairs for a chat with St Peter
Then nobody comes to replace them

So why own these papers when money they're losing
For someone like me it can feel quite confusing
Unless it's to help with the choices we're choosing
That's very thoughtful of them

On the page, you're a sage, you're a real superstar
And every page is engaged in keeping things as they are

On the page, you're a sage, you're a real superstar
And every page is engaged in keeping things as they are