The Zulus are rising from their shanty towns,
The Indians are launching counter attacks.
The funeral pyre’s burning as I strike a match,
And everything goes up in smoke again.

Durban Poison, Oh, oh oh oh, Durban Poison
Durban Poison, Oh, oh oh oh, Durban Poison

A white man is talking in a twisted accent,
Somewhere in between, British and Boer.
Says, “If you hate somebody lock them up,”
But I can’t be sure if I’m just dreaming, I’m dreaming, oh.

Durban Poison, Oh, oh oh oh, Durban Poison
Durban Poison, Oh, oh oh oh, Durban Poison

The choir is singing, their voices ring out,
Her child is bouncing on her mother’s knee.
The cradle of mankind’s waking at last,
Seeds growing, nothing ever grew before.

It’s Durban Poison, Oh, oh oh oh, Durban Poison
Durban Poison, Oh, oh oh oh, Durban Poison
Durban Poison, Oh, oh oh oh, Durban Poison
Durban Poison, Oh, oh oh oh, Durban Poison

Spoken:
“That was Durban, not Turban or Burban, which is a place of South Africa which as of course you know.”

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Thanks to (Hope) for correcting these lyrics. Jul 8, 2008

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