Tilt Minister of Culture Lyrics:
A pretty bride of India is burned with kerosene
her husband keeps her = dowry and his freedom is
achieved, a burnese girl in Bangkok is of value =
for her skin, solid for her complexiion, never saw
her home again. The = minister of culture, he
argues so well, his teeth are flashing as he =
details, a legacy of murder, a heritage of rape, a
time honored = tradition to maim and mutilate. Cut
away her labia with dirty broken = glass, she died
of obstruction prainfully infected mass, a dress
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code = violation is an outrage in Iran, splashed
her face with acid only them = the fun began. She
wasn't good enough, a female child left face down
= packed in the snow, umbilical cord around her
tiny feet, she suffers and = dies alone. A woman
in a western home is under house arrest, a
drunkard = is her jailer he's entitled to molest,
her daughter is passed over when = she tries to
raise her hand, the likeliness of her success is
not an = even chance. The minister of culture,
he's wringing his hands, he keeps = on laughing as
he demands- "No human right applies her, our women
will = agree, our property has spoken no cause to
intervine." Submitted by: Mel
Lyrics: Minister of Culture, Tilt [end]