Aung San Suu Kyi will be gone and
She´ll be on a T-shirt
The marketing´s good

Monks are dying
Soldier children crying
We´re playing bubbles
With four years old curls

Torture, drug deals
Finance our dreams
Why should we care?
The stock market´s good

Petrol´s booming
Generals´ wooing
Trucks are looming
In Rangoon

We know your faces
Come out and die
And welcome the
Tourist under the
Burmese sky

But tomorrow Christine and
Me´ll feels just the same
With our china tea

2008.