Wire - Sand In My Joints Lyrics
Our own correspondant is sorry to tellOf an uneasy time that all is not wellOn the borders there's movementIn the hills there is troubleFood is short, crime is doublePrices have risen since the government fellCasualties increase as the enemy shellThe climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thriveAnd sooner or later the end will arriveThis is your correspondant, running out of tapeGunfire's increasing, looting, burning, rape