If passion ends in fashion
There are no boxes for us
We're on the outside, but we're not looking in
The press darlings, the press darlings
The press darlings, the press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
And if evil be the food of genius
We are the Vaseline gang, we don't play your little games
We depress the press, darlings
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
The press darlings, the press darlings
There aren't many demons around
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
We depress the press, darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
If passion ends in fashion
Are we different? No
We depress the
The ones you love to hate, so read on
We are exactly the same
The press darlings, the press darlings
We depress the press, darlings
There aren't many demons around
Press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
The press darlings, the press darlings
And if evil be the food of genius
We are the press, darlings
Nick Kent is the best-dressed man in town
Bushel is the best-dressed man in town
The press darlings, press darlings
