All About the Chickens

We've all been there, now and then
We need to let down our hair, sniff a pen
Try meditation if we're really feeling zen
But we get overzealous
And the neighbours become jealous
And he comes over to tell us
To 'keep the noise down!' or, in this case, devour us whole
And things get out of control
Cos he's acting like a tool and the marker takes its toll
And tables overturn so easily now-a-days
And, since the word can burn, well, suddenly there's a blaze
And all the words he churns, you can't hear him through the haze
And you start to think 'wouldn't it be better, if this poor old sod was dead?'
Yes, because nobody would miss him, no, no tears would be shed
It would be an act of mercy, just like smothering him in bed
....
and I swear this is all about the chickens

So you take him and you beat him, yes, you beat him black and blue-
And cos you never really liked him, you chop him into two
And then you feed him through the lawnmower, which you know he stole from you

I swear this is all about the chickens

So, we're beating and we're grinding, yes, we're really having fun
But then we start to see the light of early morning sun
And people will be waking up and seeing what we've done
So, you take your cue to exit, and leg it out of town
Check into a motel and dye your hair light brown
And you're reading out some poetry, seeing all the faces
And you realised you haven't killed anyone for ages and ages and ages
So, if anyone would like to see me, after the show tonight
Meet me in the alley, out back, out of sight,
And if you do, I swear you will be alright

After all, this was all about the chickens