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Sunday, May 17, 2020

Headless Chickens - Do The Headless Chicken

 

Do the Headless Chicken
By Headless Chickens

A blanket settles on my backyard

The silence makes me lazy
 
Electricity eats the brain
Fill my head with novocaine
 

Red rage on a cool blue day

And I have to fight to lose my way
 

Do you want to buy a flower?

Would you like to see me crawl?
 


In the penny arcade with the china cups

The waitress does not love me
 
She has no sympathy

She's been there since a quarter to three
 

Take away the buddy system

Take away the bloody sun
 

I'm gonna put a hook into the fish that spawnеd me
 And watch it drowning in the twentieth century


 
Oh, do the headless chicken

All together now, fingers clickin'
 

You're not safe in mummies arms

Lookout
 
you nearly missed the point

You nearly missed me
 


The summer of love
is over
 

So get a job, buy a car
eat shit
 

I can't find a reason
for this dumb thing anymore
 

One of these days and it won't be long

It's gonna be easy to get things done

 
Tired but happy
Waste not, want not

You could stay right here with me
You could stay right here with me

But you'll run back to mother's arms
Who knows what goes on?

Disgustingly
dirty

Life's the party
that I can leave

You could stay right here with me
You could stay right here with me

But you'll run back to mother's arms
Who knows what goes on?
Who knows what goes wrong?

The right wing of the same old school
Always laugh at accidents

You'll see them everywhere
pointing a bone at the niggers and faggots

The Japanese want to capture the world on film
You seem them in the afternoon

Down at the rising sun
Bowing to the lord of the smoking mirror

Those boys who go to so much trouble
to be Rasputin's double

They look so grand behind the big car doors
With the girls who remind you of weeping sores

You called and you found me out
You left a word of advice

Don't make fun of people with guns
Don't tell lies to people with knives

you nearly missed me
You nearly missed the point

Oh, do the headless chicken
All together now, fingers clickin'

You're not safe in mother's arms
Look out


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