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It’s really hot, I’m fucking starving, and all my friends are slowly dieing.
When the aid’s all gone, we’ll be left with AIDS, and no happy endings.

They give us food, but we can’t eat it, and the ground’s as dry, as a water biscuit.
And the water’s brown like Nescafe, it gives you worms and dysentery.

100 years of fighting, when will it end?
But we ‘ain’t got oil, so we ain’t your friend.

It never rains when we need it, then it floods us out can you believe it?
The tourists come and spend their dollars, so pin a star on that cunts collar

We mine the gems for the west’s A-list. For come rap star to put on their wrist
But when the aid’s all gone, we’ll be left with AIDS, and a bull shit ending

100 years of fighting, when will it end?
We ‘ain’t got no fucking oil, so we ain’t your friend.

If I had a wish, I’d pray for a friend,
To make then well, to help them mend.
But as things stand,
I just can’t see it!

100 years of fighting, when will it end?
We ‘ain’t got no fucking oil, so we ain’t your friend.

These words of mine remain unread.
I hope you find them,
When I’m dead.

Coz it’s still really hot, and we’re still starving,
And all our friends, still slowly dieing
Now the aid’s all gone, we’re just left with AIDS, and more shallow graves,
With no happy endings.

©Saturday, 18 July 2009 Alex Kyriacou