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