Poor men rule the nights of Port Moresby
The rich are scared shit of koboni
Look at their barbed wire fences
And their various defenses
For while they live like prisoners
The nights belong to us
It is only during the day
That they come out to play
Like bullies in a school playground
They try to trample us to the ground
Yet when the days come to pass
The nights belong to us
We are the homeless of 3 mile
We are the vendors of 5 mile
We are all free men
We are all free women
We are the ones you love to cuss
Because the nights belong to us
We shall never be your slaves
Nor shall we be like animals in fortified enclaves
We fear no evil on earth
As we walk through the shadows of death
For the Sun, the Moon and the Stars
And the lonely Mosbi nights belong to us
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Koboni – evil sprit, ghost
Mosbi – Port Moresby, Capital of Papua New Guinea
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