Lirik Lagu Chicken Farm - Dead Kennedys
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Another rainy morning mingling at the marketBartering for food for another dayRifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildingsExecutions have begun
Sprawled in the square are today's broken bodiesLots to pick clean if you're first and quickRift through their pockets, peel off their clothesTo wear or sell when you wash out the blood
Run my little brotherRun to the chicken farmOpportunity is callingYou might even find a watch
We're going downTo the chicken farm
Napalm rains no moreBut the war goes onLittle brother died playing at the dump todayHe found a new toy and held it up proudThen it blew him to bits
How many more childrenWill be killed or die at birthDeformed by Agent OrangeIn our food chain forever moreWe're going downTo the chicken farmThis time we'll buy our way outI've got a plan; you wait and seeI smuggled you this mapIn the gash I sliced in my thighI hope I'm there to join you, loveWe're blown to bits one by one in this campWe crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all dayTo defuse leftover landmines-by handWe shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worstIf the pirates come around we might as well be deadWe'll be thrown in the seaOr butchered if we're womenAll in the name of goldOne foot in a land we can barely understandCan't speak the tongue of Yankee hospitalityOur kids at school get beat upTo the tune of "Boat people, go home"
Sliced with a macheteFrom the breast of our homelandOur new world tries to spit us outBut it sure beats the chicken farm
Sprawled in the square are today's broken bodiesLots to pick clean if you're first and quickRift through their pockets, peel off their clothesTo wear or sell when you wash out the blood
Run my little brotherRun to the chicken farmOpportunity is callingYou might even find a watch
We're going downTo the chicken farm
Napalm rains no moreBut the war goes onLittle brother died playing at the dump todayHe found a new toy and held it up proudThen it blew him to bits
How many more childrenWill be killed or die at birthDeformed by Agent OrangeIn our food chain forever moreWe're going downTo the chicken farmThis time we'll buy our way outI've got a plan; you wait and seeI smuggled you this mapIn the gash I sliced in my thighI hope I'm there to join you, loveWe're blown to bits one by one in this campWe crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all dayTo defuse leftover landmines-by handWe shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worstIf the pirates come around we might as well be deadWe'll be thrown in the seaOr butchered if we're womenAll in the name of goldOne foot in a land we can barely understandCan't speak the tongue of Yankee hospitalityOur kids at school get beat upTo the tune of "Boat people, go home"
Sliced with a macheteFrom the breast of our homelandOur new world tries to spit us outBut it sure beats the chicken farm
