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