We are guilty, we are beyond hope
We beg to differ, we are a terminal case

Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
We depress the press, darlings

We're on the outside, but we're not looking in
We are the Vaseline gang, we don't play your little games

Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
We depress the press, darlings

And 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 town

Are we different? No
We are exactly the same
There are no boxes for us
The ones you love to hate, so read on

Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
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Press darlings, press darlings
We depress the press, darlings

And 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 town

Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
We depress the

Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
We are 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, the press darlings
The press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings

And I tell Fibbs

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