Press Darlings

We are guilty, we are beyond hope

We beg to differ, we are a terminal casePress darlings, press darlings, press darlings

Press darlings, press darlings

We depress the press, darlingsWe're on the outside, but we're not looking in

We are the Vaseline gang, we don't play your little gamesPress darlings, press darlings, press darlings

Press darlings, press darlings

We depress the press, darlingsAnd if evil be the food of genius

There aren't many demons around

If passion ends in fashion

Nick Kent is the best-dressed man in townAre we different? No

We are exactly the same

There are no boxes for us

The ones you love to hate, so read onPress darlings, press darlings, press darlings

Press darlings, press darlings

We depress the press, darlingsAnd if evil be the food of genius

There aren't many demons around

If passion ends in fashion

Bushel is the best-dressed man in townPress darlings, press darlings, press darlings

Press darlings, press darlings

We depress thePress darlings, press darlings, press darlings

Press darlings, press darlings

We are the press, darlingsThe press darlings, the press darlings

The press darlings, the press darlings

The press darlings, the press darlings

The press darlings, the press darlings

The press darlings, the press darlings

The press darlings, press darlings

Press darlings, press darlingsAnd I tell Fibbs