August 1947 As per the orders of Lord Mounbatten,
the last viceroy of India A country got partitioned into two India and Pakistan This is the story of a house through which The partition line ran and divided it But couldn't tear it apart Father, brother, son, husband Every man coming to Begum Jaan's brothel Is a three legged rooster Begum Jaan, our country
has achieved independence today Wouldn't you celebrate? Everyday is the same for a whore Once the lights are off,
everything's the same Begum
Jaan says, that not only the body Even the heart has a price These are important Govt. officials We have an eviction notice You'll have to vacate the brothel
Begum Jaan The Indo-Pakistan border
will run through this place Sir, the place that you call a brothel Is my home, my country And if anyone tries to evict us from here We will partition his limbs from his body Listen to the Govt. Vacate this place Just imagine the audacity of the dogs Asking me to move out of my home If the place isn't des
troyed,
border-building stops You sometimes need unofficial help Kabir - could be Hindu, or Muslim Tell me who needs to be fixed You'll die a gruesome death, Begum Whatever it is,
will die like a Queen not a beggar In my palace To save more lives,
some need to be sacrificed Motherf******,
we shall not evict this place Will not move without finishing this war You have one month to move, Begum Jaan Just one month I know how to count months, Sir They leave me bloodied every single time
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