Young Man

A song I wrote after the death of Princess Dianna.

Young Man, young man
Do you know what you have done to her
You have smeared her blood on every news
Killed her with your photos from hell

Young Man, young man
Who claims you can prophesize with your pen
Do you know what's driving me so mad
Now I've lost all my trust in press

Chorus:
He said "I'm just doing my job and afterall
It's freedom of speech we call for,
So I shall be released"
"And I'm just doing what everybody likes to read about, and if that too is wrong
then everyone is to be blamed."
"I've got a filthy job, got a filthy job"

Young Man, young man
Is it the money devil that you serve
But remember on the silver coins you've earned
There's a face staring, planting her curse

Young Man, young man
Now you've got what you want with your crazy gang
But this time what you gonna do with your pen
One whole nation bent on crucifying you

Chorus:
He said "I'm just doing my job and afterall
It's freedom of speech we call for,
So I shall be released"
"And I'm just doing what everybody likes to read about,and if that too is wrong
then everyone is to be blamed."
"I've got a filthy job, got a filthy job"

Young Man, young man
Now you wont even look at your bloody hand
There ain't no use now even if you repent
You've done what a devil can't comprehend


Young Man, young man
And all of your kind throughout the land
Don't turn your head and then just pretend
You're just another freelance man

Chorus:
He said "I'm just doing my job and afterall
It's freedom of speech we call for,
So I shall be released"
"And I'm just doing what everybody likes to read about,and if that too is wrong
then everyone is to be blamed."
"I've got a filthy job, got a filthy job"