S.t.u.n. şarkı sözleri
Our own correspondent is sorry to tellOf an uneasy time that all is not wellOn the borders there's movement, on the hills there is troubleFood is short, crime is doubledPrices had risen since the great fellCasualties increase as the enemies shellClimate's unhealthy, flies and rats thriveAnd sooner or later the end will ariseThis is your correspondentRun out of tapeGunfire's increasingLooting, burning, rape
