We Have Always Lived In The Compound The Dead Milkmen

("We rolling?")
("Okay.")

The trucks arrive
The cameras roll
We give a little tour
Of our home
From the workshop to the kitchen
Where we bake our bread
To the part of the yard where we bury our dead

We have always lived
We have always lived
We have always lived in the compound

Brother tells us stories
About the world outside
Of the murders and the rapes
Thе arsons and the suicides
But herе behind our wall
That's nearly 20 feet high
We are free to follow the words
Of our Father in the sky

We have always lived
We have always lived
We have always lived in the compound