Chicken Farm Lyrics - Frankenchrist - Dead Kennedys

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 

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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 

Photos 

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