Americká punková skupina založená v r. 1977 J. Biafrou v San Francisku. Inspirována hlavně Sex Pistols. Známá svými ostře politickými texty a provokativním vystupováním.
V r. 1979 mají 1. hit – Holiday In Cambodia, na který navazuje úspěšné...
Píseň: Chicken farm
- Interpret:
- Dead Kennedys
- Album:
- Frankenchrist
Another rainy morning mingling at the market, Bartering for food for another day. Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buidings: 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 dooooown To the chicken farm. We're going dooooown To the chicken farm. We're going dooooown To the chicken faaarm. We're going dooooown 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 dooooown To the chicken farm. We're going dooooown To the chicken farm. We're going dooooown To the chicken faaarm. We're going dooooown 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 bits one by one in this camp. We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day, to defuse leftover landmines By haaaaand! Haaaaand! Haaaaaaaand! 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 can 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 dooooown To the chicken farm. We're going dooooown To the chicken farm. We're going dooooown To the chicken faaarm. We're going dooooown To the chicken farm. Faaaaarm! Faaaaarm! Faaaaahahahaarm!
Frankenchrist (1985)
3. This could be anywhere (This could be everywhere)
4. A growing boy needs his lunch
5. Chicken farm
6. Jock-O-Rama (Invasion of the Beef Patrol)
8. M.T.V.