CHICKENS - xxxCr3

You know you don't love me but you still want to touch me Feel my body well it makes me feel ugly Want to use me, emotionally abuse me Show the rope and dangle it above me Want the truth and nothing but the whole truth Say I'm nervous but I'm looking for the real proof Found the photo and the little piece of paper Without a name but that will come later It would seem that you're no good at deceit It would appear that you lie and you cheat Want to shriek to the beings in the corner Want to howl 'cause it feels like torture Spare me your weak apologies I don't care for the way they make me bleed Can't find a reason and you won't explain You'll be sorry if it happens again Let's make a deal or I'll hurt you, you know Beat a path to my door why, why, why Say all the things you said before why, why Tell me the gospel according to you You know you don't love me but you still want to touch me Feel my body well it makes me feel ugly Want to use me, emotionally abuse me Show the rope and dangle it above me You know you don't love me but you still want to touch me Feel my body well it makes me feel ugly Want to use me, emotionally abuse me Show the rope and dangle it above me Let's make a deal or I'll hurt you, you know You haven't a notion and you haven't a clue You have to know I cannot trust you Now I know to well your ways Now I know I'll always pay So I'll sit in my room not daring to move Never raising my voice and thinking of you And I'll try to imagine that we never met Try to pretend and I'll try to forget Let's make a deal or I'll hurt you, you know Beat a path to my door why, why, why Aay all the things you said before why, why Tell me the gospel according to you You know you don't love me but you still want to touch me Feel my body well it makes me feel ugly Want to use me, emotionally abuse me Show the rope and dangle it above me You know you don't love me but you still want to touch me Feel my body well it makes me feel ugly Want to use me, emotionally abuse me Show the rope and dangle it above me You know you don't love me but you still want to touch me Feel my body well it makes me feel ugly Want to use me, emotionally abuse me Show the rope and dangle it above me

Back in '77 When everything was so tall I used to watch that tv show That I now can't recall This is the feeling I taste in my dreams When the child was a child was a child Waking up in the darkness I know I've felt this way before Sunday morning children's show Always wanting more This is the feeling I taste in my dreams When the child was a child was a child

Folks are always droppin' names Rubbin' up to those who've got great fame I've spent years raisin' chickens I couldn't eat 'em 'cause I give 'em all names Like Bozo, Sugar feet, Little feet, Toe nail Pickle and Fickle, and Bertha and Snail mail Two-bits, Four-bits, Six-bits, A dollar Glu-glu crowed like a frog in the hollow "Uh-errrrrrr!" What a voice! Half-pint, Teeny, Weany and Beany, Twinkle-toes, Red rose, Queenie and Meany Never had a chicken like sweet Loretta She was grabbed by a fox in nasty weather Well I fired some buckshot over his head He dropped Loretta and she wasn't quite dead She lost an eye and half her butt The local vet stitched her up, "Ouch that hurt!" From that day on she ate out of my hand The greatest chicken in all the land Nah, chickens ain't stupid, all chickens ain't the same They've got good sense to come out the rain (Got good sense to get out the rain) Sneezer, Teaser, French horn and Pop corn Lightnin' was born in a thunder storm Fruitcake, 'Possum and Sweet potato Doodle, and Noodle and Ol' tomato That's the list, there's more I missed All darn good chickens in the mist Chickens ain't stupid, all chickens ain't the same They got good sense to come out the rain What can we learn from chickens? Just think about it It's not just brawn, it's not just brains It's how we chickens play the game People ain't stupid, all people ain't the same But, do we got good sense to come out the rain? Let me repeat that People ain't stupid, all people ain't the same But, do we got good sense Do we got good sense Do we got good sense To come out of the rain? (No no no no) Ain't too sure about that one! Ha ha! (Oh yeah) yeah