S.t.u.n. - Reuters lyrics

Our own correspondent is sorry to tell Of an uneasy time that all is not well On the borders there's movement, on the hills there is trouble Food is short, crime is doubled Prices have risen since the great fell Casualties increase as the enemies shell Climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive And sooner or later the end will arrive This is your correspondent Run out of tape Gunfire's increasing Looting, burning, rape