MacKenzie
¶ 1
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Mr. Mackenzie, do you sleep well at night?
Those left behind don’t, try as they ever might
Your deeds for that ‘paper, so vile and uncouth
Forever tainted by lies, dressed up as “The Truth”
¶ 2
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A litany of invention and your vicious words spread
Some fans picked the pockets of our beloved dead
Words that cut through us like an old jagged knife
Some fans beat a policeman, giving the kiss of life
¶ 3
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Reading is believing and judgement without escape
Front page accusations, we wanted necrophilic rape
Now a lifetime of misery, a futile search for peace
Some fans urinated on the brave Yorkshire police
¶ 4
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Why can you not see, the heartache and the pain?
Your only claim to fame, peddled again and again
Not sorry then, not sorry now, return to media glare
You will never know because you were never there
¶ 5
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A source of family pride? You evil, loathsome liar
At Anfield burns eternal, our flame of golden fire
As the good await the toll of the glorious justice bell
You’ll never see heaven; they wouldn’t have you in hell
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