نشرة اخبار

There is a country they've offered out for rent

A house furnished on the expense of sacking of our homes

On the revolution here they just look

And you have a balcony overseeing humiliation

And on the top of the hill some houses with roof tops that are not like ours

A country whose sons are imprisoned

Not the prisoners, those are free, proud and peace

I mean you and me and all who are stuck in the middle of the fire

Don't shoot that kid on the window, please don't

There's a patrol outside, see them march