Feelin’ Chicken - ohGr

You're killing me with bacon
America
Killing me with smog and taxes
Like axes in my neck
Like hogs to the slaughter
What do I tell my daughters
Daddy's all heart
But he's pushing a cart way downtown
Where the skin is brown and eyes are the size of the deficit
You're killing me with bacon
America
Just like the indians with tobacco and flour and firewater
H****n scabs and rehabs
Sick in the blood
Face down in the mud
All hype and gripes
Stars and stripes
Ain't my flag today
I want to belong
I want to be proud
But your gay bashing voices are so f**king loud
My choices are shrinking like bacon in the pan
The spatter of hot grease spitting like mad geese
Bombers in baghdad
I am a college grad
But my life is a want ad
You're killing me with bacon
America
How shall I pray
The old fashioned way
Down on my knees to the god of the weak
Or d**k deep in my squeeze
Wearing a red rubber nose
Clown clothes
Laughing as we cum and saying something stupid like
I love you
One egg split two eggs
Three makes it four legs
Why is it opposite
Anyone's sweater makes it feel better
Wrapped up so tight in it
One day is two days
Three makes it always
When is it going to fit
Everyone's laughter caught by the natter
Weaving their web so glib
*distorted lyrics*
Four days fit five days
Six ways to Sunday
What if the world is s**t
One year splits two hairs
Three inching war d**ks
Where is the love in it
Watch from the rafters
He's running after
Noise from a chickens tit
Five days fit four days
Six ways to Sunday
What if the world is s**t
*distorted lyrics*