Mogambo, the new world in motion picture entertainment

Mogambo, unforgettable adventure in untamed Africa

Africa, known for centuries as the white man's graveyard

The heat and fury of the jungle tears

The veneer of civilization from these women

No holds afar as they fall in love with a man who lives for adventure



Facing existential threats, my advice, kill ‘em dead

No regrets, the devil's rejects writ large

Observe the precepts of a benevolent god

Blue-eyed Prometheans in the heart of darkness.

Land of the monsters. Walk like Quetzalcoatl amongst the conquered

Dick hard. Put myself in the stars

This woman in the dirt, face down, ass up, doing God's work

Go native, the world is yours. (It's mine, it's mine, it's mine)

The sound of Maxim guns still sends a chill up my spine

Empire of the Sun never sets, a Christian's duty is never done

You can bet on significant returns to all shareholders

King Solomon's mines, just give me a hundred experienced soldiers

The knowledge of good and evil, sweet nothings whispered by cobras

Useless baubles given to greedy chiefs

Lies told with the practiced ease of an old thief

When they hung the poor nigga, I felt a certain relief



(No time for discretion...[yelling] I think I'm gonna run out of bullets before they run out of spears.)



Take up your burden, the savage wars of peace;

Fill full the mouth of famine and bid the sickness cease;

And when your goal is nearest, the end for others sought

Watch sloth and heathen folly bring all your hopes to nought



Gold ill-gotten with guts and gleaming Martini-Henry Guns

With that holy trinity, who can argue my divinity under two red suns

Return like Kipling's dead son, summoned by monkey paw

A thousand Philistines slain with a donkey's jaw

Gave them the rule of law, schools, roles, jobs, clothes and shod

Still, they fled to the land of Nod

Eden's East, upon his brow mark of the Beast

Empire fat like a cow slaughtered for the feast

The stink of a jackal's teeth

The gears of war get greased, ground ‘em down to raw meat

Whites of the eyes, limpet mines

An Apartheid of the mind, Brittania's corpse exhumed

Hangnail still growing, Dr. Livingston I presume

Blood river still flowing

The forest inexorably growing as Kinshasa crumbles

The dreams of Romans drowned out by Nyiragongo's rumble



Take up your burden, the savage wars of peace;

Fill full the mouth of famine and bid the sickness cease;

And when your goal is nearest, the end for others sought

Watch sloth and heathen folly bring all your hopes to nought