Tytuł: Chicken Farm

• Wykonawca: Dead Kennedys
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Another rainy morning mingling at the market
  Bartering for food for another day
  Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings
  Executions have begun
  
  Sprawled in the square are today's broken bodies
  Lots to pick clean if you're first and quick
  Rift through their pockets, peel off their clothes
  To wear or sell when you wash out the blood
  
  Run my little brother
  Run to the chicken farm
  Opportunity is calling
  You might even find a watch
  
  We're going down
  To the chicken farm
  
  Napalm rains no more
  But the war goes on
  Little brother died playing at the dump today
  He found a new toy and held it up proud
  Then it blew him to bits
  
  How many more children
  Will be killed or die at birth
  Deformed by Agent Orange
  In our food chain forever more
  We're going down
  To the chicken farm
  This time we'll buy our way out
  I've got a plan; you wait and see
  I smuggled you this map
  In the gash I sliced in my thigh
  I hope I'm there to join you, love
  We're blown to bits one by one in this camp
  We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day
  To defuse leftover landmines-by hand
  We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst
  If the pirates come around we might as well be dead
  We'll be thrown in the sea
  Or butchered if we're women
  All in the name of gold
  One foot in a land we can barely understand
  Can't speak the tongue of Yankee hospitality
  Our kids at school get beat up
  To the tune of "Boat people, go home"
  
  Sliced with a machete
  From the breast of our homeland
  Our new world tries to spit us out
  But it sure beats the chicken farm