The Land of Red clay
This is the land of red clay
Where the blood flows free
Infects these brave youths
they are forever bound
where the blood flows free
life is the worth of a chicken
I was told; “maybe a cartoon of beer’
Maybe just a political run, Oga
Life is the worth of a chicken
Tears are common here;
Anarchy is everyday life
Democracy is the stuff of dreams
Tears are common here;
We are all Abikus,
Our mothers do not cry
We shall always return to suckle
We are all Abikus
Give us food, palm wine, and cowries
Give us music; of the metallic nature
Let us partake in tantric sex
Give us food, palm wine, and cowries
You can have our souls,
You can have our land,
We are its brave youths; forever bound.
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