Lonely Chicken

the lonely chicken…you gotta be…the lonely chicken

sitting lonely in the dirt…broken beak and boy does it hurt

and lonely chicken if you get the chance

you gotta bust right through the fence

how do you think that chicken feel?

the perfect packaged ani-meal

and bony chicken dont you lay no eggs

until they give you back your legs

choke on tears and try to speak

they seared and sealed your tiny beak

take this guitar…

tore his carcass from the tree

and now the chickens soul is free

lonely bird there on the street

looks for love to trade for meat

poor thing then lost its brain

and now its gone slowly insane

chicken lying in the sun….I just can't…not…eat you