Reuters (1977) — текст песни (Chumbawamba)

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`s 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 war correspondent running out of tape, gunfire increasing, looting, burning, rape.