Move over Lord Beaverbrook
He won't give you a second look
Like William Randolph Hearst
He just can't quench that thirst
He's building an empire of paper and ink
He wants to make it harder for you to think
It's getting tough to distinguish opinion from fact
When all you ever get are shades of black
Spreading news across this nation
He's the czar of information
Clean cut thug with lots of loot
He's Darth Vader in a business suit
Rolling like a steamroller
Spreading like a cancer
Trolling propaganda
Disguised as truth
He's got the answer