Waiting In Tripoli
Where the sun turns blood we stood
Bullets bathing in our blood
Mercenaries grips in the sanctuaries of virgins
Tripoli is as cool as hell
Scores of skulls
Babes butchered with bombs
Our deputy-devil is thick in the head
Tripoli is bleeding,
Africa is breeding,
We the refugees bleed in our native soil
Tell the London buyers we are waiting
Tell the Paris buyers we are waiting
Waiting in Tripoli
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