歌曲 | Chicken Farm |
歌手 | Dead Kennedys |
专辑 | Frankenchrist |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : 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 | |
You might even find a watch | |
We're going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We're going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We're going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
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 | |
We're going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We're going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
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 pieces one by one in this camp | |
We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day | |
To defuse leftover land mines | |
By hand, hand, hands | |
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 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 | |
We're going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We're going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We're going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We're going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
Farm, farm, farm |
zuo ci : 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 | |
You might even find a watch | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
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 | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
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 pieces one by one in this camp | |
We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day | |
To defuse leftover land mines | |
By hand, hand, hands | |
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 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 | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
Farm, farm, farm |
zuò cí : 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 | |
You might even find a watch | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
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 | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
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 pieces one by one in this camp | |
We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day | |
To defuse leftover land mines | |
By hand, hand, hands | |
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 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 | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
We' re going down | |
To the chicken farm | |
Farm, farm, farm |