Deux garçons enlacés aux lèvres tres rouges, l'un fixe l'objectif le regard vaporeux, l'autre visage de madone aux cheveux courts tend le creux de son bras héroiné ou pas, les deux portent le collier de perle blanche et le tatouage tête de mort ou sirène, ou libertine.
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
