The other night, a firefight
Bursts of sewing machine gun fire
From your position
Barricaded behind the piano
I return with small arms
Stuttered shots from typewriter keys
And yet in the silence
Between the volley
The hearts of weary camps
Sing to each other
"However faintly
As we each seek to claim
Disputed territory"
The us beneath the other
The us beneath the other
The us beneath the other
The us beneath the other
The us beneath the other
Which is rich
In natural resources
In natural resources
In natural resources
