Reuters Songtext
von S.T.U.N.

Our own correspondent is sorry to tell
Of an uneasy time, that all is not well
On the border, there′s movement
In the hills, there is trouble
Food is short, crime is double


Prices have risen since the great fell
Casualties increase as the enemies shell
The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive
Sooner or later, the end will arrive

This is your correspondent, run out of teeth
Gunfire′s increasing, loaded, burning, rain
Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain