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Wire - Sand in My Joints lyrics
Our own correspondant 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 since 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 correspondant, running out of tape Gunfire's increasing, looting, burning, rape |
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