Minister Of Culture Lyrics - Collect 'em All - Tilt

A pretty bride of India is burned with kerosene her husband keeps her = 

dowry and his freedom is achieved, a burnese girl in Bangkok is of value = 

for her skin, solid for her complexiion, never saw her home again. The = 

minister of culture, he argues so well, his teeth are flashing as he = 

details, a legacy of murder, a heritage of rape, a time honored = 

tradition to maim and mutilate. Cut away her labia with dirty broken = 

glass, she died of obstruction prainfully infected mass, a dress code = 

violation is an outrage in Iran, splashed her face with acid only them = 

the fun began. She wasn't good enough, a female child left face down = 

packed in the snow, umbilical cord around her tiny feet, she suffers and = 

dies alone. A woman in a western home is under house arrest, a drunkard = 

is her jailer he's entitled to molest, her daughter is passed over when = 

she tries to raise her hand, the likeliness of her success is not an = 

even chance. The minister of culture, he's wringing his hands, he keeps = 

on laughing as he demands- "No human right applies her, our women will = 

agree, our property has spoken no cause to intervine." 

Submitted by: Mel