| The Zulus are rising from their shanty towns
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| The Injuns are launching a counter attack
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| The funeral pyre’s burning as I strike a match
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| And everything goes up in smoke again, oh
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| Durban Poison, oh oh oh oh, Durban Poison
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| Durban Poison, oh oh oh oh, Durban Poison
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| A white man is talking in a twisted accent
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| Somewhere between British and Boer
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| Says if you hate somebody lock them up, but I can’t be sure
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| If I’m just dreaming, I’m dreaming of
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| Durban Poison, oh oh oh oh, Durban Poison
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| Durban Poison, oh oh oh oh, Durban Poison
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| A choir is singing their voices ring out
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| A child is bouncing on her mother’s knee
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| The cradle of mankind is waking at last
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| Seeds grow where nothing ever grew before
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| Durban Poison, oh oh oh oh, Durban Poison
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| Durban Poison, oh oh oh oh, Durban Poison
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| Durban Poison, oh oh oh oh, Durban Poison
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| Durban Poison, oh oh oh oh, Durban Poison
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| Durban Poison, oh oh oh oh, Durban Poison
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| Durban Poison, oh oh oh oh, Durban Poison |