Massacre On X Factor

To the tune of The Massacre of Glencoe :

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Oh cruel is the show, lets talent go,
And coddles the lame and crazy,
And cruel was the foe that rigged the show
And murdered the hopes of young Treyc.

Treyc’s voice was wizard, fit for the best halls
And Kate’s off her head, with boo-boos and falls.
We phoned in and phoned in, they fed off the calls
We made for the hopes of young Treyc.

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They came to the sing-off with headlines in mind
Producers had orders, King Simon had signed
Put Cheryl up second, her vote she declined
And leaving no lifeline for Treyc.

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They ruined the night with their scheming to keep
Their panto star Katie, though oh! can she weep.
Conniving as foxes, a con trick so cheap
They slaughtered the hopes of young Treyc.

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Some tried to say ‘heads up, her profile’s enriched’
Some lambasted Cheryl although she’d been stitched
Some stood to accuse Cowell, on forums we bitched
But gone were the hopes of young Treyc.

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