S.T.U.N. - Reuters Lyrics

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 doubled

Prices had risen since the great fell
Casualties increase as the enemies shell
The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive
And sooner or later the end will arise

This is your correspondent
Run out of tape
Gunfire's increasing
Looting, burning, rape

Rape, rape, rape, rape
Rape, rape