Chicken Farm Chords

Dead Kennedys - Chicken Farm
 
 
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[Intro]
 
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E D E D
 
 
[Verse]
 
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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
E
Executions have begun
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Sprawled in the square are today's broken bodies
E
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
     E
Opportunity is calling
          E
You might even find a watch
 
 
[Chorus]
 
            E  D                E   A D
We're going down to the chicken farm
            E  D                E   A D
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
 
 
[Interlude]
 
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E D E D
 
 
[Verse 2]
 
      E
Napalm rains no more but war goes on
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Little brother died playing at the dump today
   E
He found a new toy and held it up proud
E
Then it blew him to bits
    E
How many more children
        E
Will be killed or die at birth?
  E
Deformed by Agent Orange
       E
In our food chain forever more?
 
 
[Chorus 2]
 
            E  D                E   A D
We're going down to the chicken farm
            E  D                E   A D
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
 
 
[Interlude]
 
A D A E
A D A E
A D A E
A G A
B
 
[Bridge]
 
     B
This time we'll buy our way out
           B
I've got a plan, you wait and see
  B
I smuggled you this map
       B
In the gash I sliced in my thigh
  B
I hope I'm there to join you, love
               B
We're blown to pieces one by one in this camp
         B
We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day
     B                          E  D  E     D
To defuse leftover landmines by hand, hand, hand
 
 
[Verse 3]
 
   E
We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst
       E
If the pirates come around, we might as well be dead
         E
We'll be thrown in the sea or butchered if we're women
E
All in the name of gold
    E
One foot in a land we can barely understand
      E
Can't speak the tongue of Yankee hospitality
    E
Our kids at school get beat up
       E
To the tune of "Boat people, go home"
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Sliced with a machete
         E
From the breast of our homeland
    E
Our new world tries to spit us out
       E
But it sure beats the chicken farm
 
 
[Chorus 3]
 
            E  D                E   A D
We're going down to the chicken farm
            E  D                E   A D
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
 
 
[Outro]
 
E D   E  D  E
Farm, farm, farm
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