jr considers the fate of Miss Spears:
The whole thing resembles nothing so much as the pagan virgin sacrifices of old, where the admittedly (at least on the surface) willing victim is showered and adorned with the riches of the village on her way to being consumed in the belly of Moloch. And the crowd cheers.
Magumba hey
Magumba ho… ungowa
Magumba hey
Magumba ho… ungowa
Magumba hey
Magumba ho… UNGOWA!
Still the young man sits there on the beach.
He’s staring misty-eyed out into space.
He’s thinking about his girlfriend, (the late deceased).
At least her death had purpose,
His life is a waste!
Let’s face it, songs about tribal virgin sacrifice rule. Leilani don’t go to the volcano….