madara – tukde tukde gang? (english) lyrics
[verse 1]
someone pops a casual question, “why is jnu so cheap here?”
real questions should be why you’re getting ripped off in private colleges?
leeches sit at the helm, while the poor are ravaged by fees
those who pay bribes and study bark at jnu
meanwhile, the schools rot in h-ll, while the statue reaches for the skies
the celebration of the struggle, your daughters sitting in protest
fiery sounds of the uprising fan the waves of rebellion
and with the flow of words often flow corpses
you silent sheep, you’re used to being screwed
even your dreams are ransom to the dictates of these thugs
if the tea seller in power were enlightened
in this battle for rights, he would stand by you
would the four-car-toting leader eat ration grain for free?
why have the students of aiims, iit, iimc or bhu poured onto the streets?
chaos reigns in uttarakhand’s ayurvedic college (over fee hikes)
the white-kurta clad politician is a pimp
while one leader is stuck on einstein’s (discovery of) gravity
another says peac-cks make children by drinking their tears
yet another pushes cow urine’s cancer cure claims
but when is ill himself, rushes to aiims
[chorus]
who are these pieces-pieces, these pimps of education
who are these pieces-pieces, these soldout journalists
who are these pieces-pieces, those silent on rape
in the guise of a watchman seeking godse’s nation
who are these pieces-pieces sowing divisions within the country
while sending their own children abroad for education
in the struggle for rights, they drive the sticks
and my dear, they make patriots of the unlettered
[verse 2]
what f-ck-all progress my country will make
farmers hanging on their land, girls raped and k!lled
rapist ministers prowl free within
while the 56-inch chested roams abroad
here, things are rotten, while the journalists are off-rhythm
a terrible thing this, you are tainted beyond measure
if i were to say what’s on my mind in a sentence
my dear friend, you are bitter and you’re a pimp
people are questioning kanhaiya’s phd age
while their own leaders take 33 years to p-ss master of arts
the media lost in a fanciful slumber
while even a loyal dog’s fealty has its limits
yeah, what will these bearers of fake degrees teach you?
they’ll get you to build a temple and have you fry snacks (for a living)
this government is slimy, its agenda incendiary
this is not a lotus in the filth dude, the lotus itself is the filth
[chorus]
who are these pieces-pieces, these pimps of education
who are these pieces-pieces, these soldout journalists
who are these pieces-pieces, those silent on rape
in the guise of a watchman seeking godse’s nation
who are these pieces-pieces sowing divisions within the country
while sending their own children abroad for education
in the struggle for rights, they drive the sticks
and my dear, they make patriots of the unlettered
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