Another rainy morning mingling at the market
Bartering for food for another day
Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings
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
You might even find a watch
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
Will be killed or die at birth
In our food chain forever more
This time we'll buy our way out
I've got a plan, you wait and see
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
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
Can't speak the tongue of Yankee hospitality
Our kids at school get beat up
To the tune of, "Boat people, go home"
From the breast of our homeland
Our new world tries to spit us out
But it sure beats the chicken farm