Tar-skinned Pygmoids Of The Dense Bush 歌詞

A tale of modern backwardness And return to cannibalism These are the last vestiges Of eroding colonial influence A tale of modern backwardness Inexistent tillers of the soil Eking out a living of old Without agriculture With quills thrust into their lips And chewing the larvae of beetles With quills thrust into their lips And chewing the larvae of beetles Leeching off the fringes of higher tribes Snaring nomads of the dense bush The fight for timber and minerals Cages the pygmoids between rebels Not since the Simba rebellion Was the eating of flesh so conventional As if they were game animals Hunted, gutted, salted, and savored Fighters wear body parts of their foes Medals of bone and inhuman meat The barrel of an AK-47 Is the judge and jury of this brute land Effacer le Tableau, code name of hate Soldiers in need of the supernatural Source of magical powers are the organs Of the diminutive tar-skinned gnomes The less than humans encroached By a not so distant soot-mutation Invulnerability to bullets from Engorging on Mtbuti loins The blackened elves hoot a call Authenticating the superstitions Trail finders abandoned by evolution Grilled to perfection on the grates