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.