Dead Kennedys – Chicken Farm (Guitar)

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Another rainy morning mingling at the market

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Bartering for food for another day

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Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings

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Executions have begun

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Sprawled in the square are today's broken bodies

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Lots to pick clean if you're first and quick

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Rifle through their pockets, peel off their clothes

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To wear or sell when you wash out the blood

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Run, my little brother

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Run to the chicken farm

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Opportunity is calling

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You might even find a watch

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We're going down to the chicken farm

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We're going down to the chicken farm

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We're going down to the chicken farm

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We're going down to the chicken farm

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Napalm rains no more but war goes on

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Little brother died playing at the dump today

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He found a new toy and held it up proud

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Then it blew him to bits

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How many more children

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Will be killed or die at birth?

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Deformed by Agent Orange

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In our food chain forever more?

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We're going down to the chicken farm

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We're going down to the chicken farm

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We're going down to the chicken farm

            E  D                C#
We're going down to the chicken farm

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This time we'll buy our way out

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I've got a plan, you wait and see

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I smuggled you this map

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In the gash I sliced in my thigh

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I hope I'm there to join you, love

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We're blown to pieces one by one in this camp

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We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day

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To defuse leftover landmines by hand, hand, hand

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We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst

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If the pirates come around, we might as well be dead

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We'll be thrown in the sea or butchered if we're women

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All in the name of gold

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One foot in a land we can barely understand

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Can't speak the tongue of Yankee hospitality

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Our kids at school get beat up

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To the tune of "Boat people, go home"

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Sliced with a machete

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From the breast of our homeland

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Our new world tries to spit us out

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But it sure beats the chicken farm

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We're going down to the chicken farm

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We're going down to the chicken farm

            G  F                G   C F
We're going down to the chicken farm

            E  D                C#
We're going down to the chicken farm

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Farm, farm, farm