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[Intro: New reporter]
Philippines media groups may ask the U.N. to intervene in the investigation of the massacre of 57 people. About 30 local journalists were among those shot and cut to death on a hillside off a major highway. Suspected is a clan feud on the southern island of Mindanao last week. The journalists were accompanying women from a local clan on their way to an election office. When about a hundred armed men attacked their convoy

[Verse One]
Early morning in a caravan of minivans
It's history in the making, new election
And in this part of the Philippians, elections been rigged
So when the opportunity came to document I was in
A camera, a notebook and a pen
These journalism tools we use to write how it is
In Mindanao the Ampatuan family been in power
And the last president guaranteed that he'll succeed
The governor's see we'll have the same family name
Mangundadatu remove the head to bring the province some change
We headed to the city, they'll bare witness to a chance
For another man to throw his family name in the hat
Opposition on the ballot Esmael hear the challenge
And his wife invited all us media to watch it happen
We rolling like six vans deep
Commotion in the front so I looked up from my seat
About a couple dozen
I mean as far as I could see
Holding Armalites detouring our van off the street
Confusion as they moved in closer
Looking like a whole platoon of A.F.P. soldiers
Pulling and pushing me out the vehicle
A Hays van driver asked him, 'Why?'
So they shot him in the face
Tears start leaking out my eyes
I'm begging for my life, I got a son and a wife
Out the side of my eyes, I see 'em line the first van up
Firing squad style, aimed at 'em {machine gun shots}
Blasting 'em up
My knees gave
They yelling, 'Stand up'
I kept screaming, 'Please don't' I put my hands up
I watched as they raped all the women
Then aimed pistols at the genitals of all the victims
Shot the women in the face and they crotches
I'm shaking
Helpless, crying, watching
Locked in, eye contact with a rifle
I thought about my wife and my child and I scream

[Hook] {x4}
Don't shoot
No, no please don't shoot

[Verse Two]
This all truth in the story no reason to lie
The massacre of 58 innocent lives
All behind the power and corruption and greed
It's the politics of business in the Philippians
The president implemented through a feudalist need
Democracy distorted, time to get us free
Feel like I'm in denial right now
It feel like Maguindanao right now
Uh
Feel like Maguindanao right now
It feel for Maguindanao right now

[Hook]