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