Reuters Lyrics - Wire

Our own correspondent is sorry to tell 

Of an uneasy time that all is not well 

On the borders there's movement 

In the hills there is trouble 

Food is short, crime is double 

Prices have risen as the government fell 

Casualties increase as the enemy shell 

The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive 

And sooner or later the end will arrive 

This is your correspondent, running out of tape 

Gunfire's increasing 

Looting, burning, rape 

Rape 

Rape 

Rape 

Rape 

Rape 

Rape 

Rape 

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Rape 

Rape 

Rape 

Rape 

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