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
This song describes the suffering of Vietnamese people during and after the Vietnam war, as well as their perilous escape and their treatment once they got to America.
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