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Tilt - Minister Of Culture lyrics
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A pretty bride of India Is burned with kerosene Her husband keeps her dowry And his freedom is achieved A Burmese girl in Bangkok Is of value for her skin Sold for her complexion Never saw her home again The minister of culture He argues so well He 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 an obstruction Painfully infected mass A dress code violation Is an outrage in Iran Splashed her face with acid Only then 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 rasie her hand The likelihood 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 here Our women will agree Our property has spoken No cause to intervene"