A délszláv háborúkról fura mód nem nagyon tudunk, és nem is nagyon beszélünk. Mindenkinek van olyan imserőse, aki elmenekült a háború vagy a sorozás elől, neadjisten részt is vett benne, csak ők se nagyon beszélnek róla, milyen az, amikor elindultok az erdőbe, és aki szembe jön, arra lőni kell, még ha tudja a jelszót, akkor is. Azt, ami ott folyt, nehéz lesz történelemként bemutatni. Addig marad a művészet:
Sliding out, against the grain
Your lustful mind, my lust for pain
A metal spike to keep me sane
Spike in my heart
Upon a high horse ride the waves
Current urchins and comma boxed knaves
Away from the window, the windowpane
I spied your sanity, but I lost my brain
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome on board
Air Bosnia Herzegovina. May we take the opportunity to remind
you to extinguish all burning objects, including fellow passengers.
Now put your head between your legs and
KISS YOUR ASS GOODBYE
Wind up the window, step on the gas
Hold on to your Red Cross pass
Wind down the window, tear it up
Tear it into little bits
Watchout Starac Vujadin
I've just swallowed fifteen Anadin
And a bottle of Diet Pepsi
Sadom! Spremni!
It's a holiday in Bosnia, they're stockpilling the ammo
Everybody's wearing matching sets of Jean-Paul Gaultier cammo
Outside the mosque they're lining up to hail the Mujaheddin
Let the hate slip under your skin, boys, let it in boys, let it in
CHORUS:
I just wanna
I just wanna
I just wanna
Scalp you, burn your village to the ground
Across the frozen river Drava at several million miles an hour
Past the all-night Chetnik death drive-in with stares that turn the goats' milk sour
Don't stop the car to reason why
You're never too young or dumb to die
You'll never know the reason why it's you, baby
Radovan's got the guns, Radovan's got the numbers
Radovan's got everything but he won't get very far
'Cause we don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as we got our plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of our car
RPT. CHORUS
Boys and girls- this is a cautionary tale of neighbours who
couldn't live with each other; they blew it, kids
RPT. CHORUS
