Exclusive: Lyrics to Chicken in the Sky (First Time In Print)
By Ryan - Monday December 04th 2006
Chicken in the Sky
With Your Boots Thigh-High
I Will Eat Your Flesh
I Will Make You Cry
In a Sweet Potato Pie
With Your Spring Street Manners
And Your Broadway Eyes
Will You Peck My Hand
While You Passively Sigh
I Could Wring Your Neck
But You’d Never Truly Die
You Know I Could Be High
My Chicken In The Sky
But I’ll Be Thinking of You
On the Day That I Die
Sun uv a Bitch!
Sun
Uv a Bitch!
Chicken in the Sky
I Will Make You Cry
I Will Make You Cry
Wanto Eat Your Thigh
Sun uv a Bitch!
Chicken In The Sky
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I love that chicken! I am always tempted by those places along the 15 selling those big chicken sculptures…it would look spectacular on my lawn. If I had a lawn, anyway.
You know that house in Hancock Park with all the David statues? Wouldn’t chickens look nicer?
This house?
OH cool! Penis tacos!
Jeannette raised the Petesignal, and it took me 52 hours to respond. I am asham-ed.
I forgot what I wanted you for Pete… probably to read the article about the band that sounds like Interpol.