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