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
Of an uneasy time that all is not well,
In the hills there is trouble,
Food is short, crime is double.
Casualties increase as the enemy shell,
The climate's unhealthy,
flies and rats thrive,
And sooner or later the end will arrive,
Gunfire's increasing, looting, burning, rape
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What a cheery song Gotta love the "rape" chorus at the end...glorious in spite of itself
This song is pretty self-explanatory...