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