Testo Press Gang

The sound you can't un-hear

What's the colour, what's the colour of this CMYK heaven?
Like listening to the sea in shell or boxing with knuckles bare
Reading the world on your lap
As the press gang lets up
Fleet Street mirrors, column inches
Here's the real story for ya Once took a keen eye to nail that smile
Once took a keener eye to part stars and lovers

How the press gang went down fighting
Oh, how the press gang went down swinging
It's got legs
It's got legs

Walks and it walks and it walks and it walks
Runs, then it runs, then it runs
Then it stops
Then it stops

Thrust a paper in your hand
Went for a walk through an ink-stained land You're better off uninformed
High, high praise indeed

Walks and it walks and it walks and it walks
Runs, then it runs, then it runs
Then it stops
Then it stops
Walks and it walks and it walks and it walks
Runs, then it runs, then it runs
Then it stops
Then it stops
Walks and it walks and it walks and it walks
Runs, then it runs
Then it stops
Then it stops