Aung San Suu Kyi

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.