Lyrics
Song by Every Ape and His Brother
Set to the tune of Last Resort by Papa Roach
Intro
Cut those hens into pieces!
This is my ONLY resort!
Decapitation!
Lots of bleeding!
Don't give a cluck what it does to their breathing!
That is my only resort!!!
First verse
Just cut those chickens to pieces!
Pull a meat cleaver out!
Decapitation!
Lots of bleeding!
Don't give a CLUCK what I do to their breathing!
Do I mind the trail of blood clots they are leaving???
Do you think it wrong or maybe right???
Gonna prep 'em all for a feast at my place late tonight!!!
The meat cleaver is in my sight!!!
And I think it's time for chicken-cide!!!!
First chorus
They'll be losing their feathers!
Losing their minds!
Hope they're meat's gonna taste mighty fine!
Losing their feet!
Losing their minds!
Hope their meat's gonna taste mighty fine!!!
Seasoned, just right!
Flavored, with wine!
Oven set, now it's time!!!
Second verse
Start with the meat cleaver!
Make sure that they say goodbye!
Blade comes down and they have...
Blood oozing out their eyes!
Watch them!!!
Dance around like there is no tomorrow!
Because there isn't!
They die, and their bodies...
Run in sorrow!!!
Pit and gut the things!
Hand the meat to your mother!
While the sight of blood clots...
Scares away your young brother!
STRUGGLING!!!
The birds just cannot accept fate!
But they're all bound to lose!
No escape! It's too late!!!
Second chorus
They'll be losing their guts!
Losing their minds!
Set that oven to 355!
Losing their lives!
Thanks to my knives!
Set that oven to 355!
They think it's not right!
But they'll, taste fine!
They're cooked for the right time!!!
(They're frying!!!) x 3
(They're frying...)
Bridge
(They...can't...go...on...pe...cking...this...ground!!!)
Pre-final chorus
Cut those birds into pieces!
This is my ONLY RESORT!!!
Decapitation!
Lots of bleeding!
Don't give a cluck what it does to their breathing!
Do you think it wrong or maybe right?
Gonna prep 'em all, for a feast, at my place, late tonight! /
The meat cleaver is in my sight!
And I think it's time for chicken-cide!
Final chorus
They'll be losing their feathers, losing their minds!
Set that oven to 355!
Losing their lives! /
Thanks to my knives! /
Set that oven to 355!
They think, it's not right...
But they'll, taste fine!
They're cooked for the right time!
Trail
THEY...CAN'T...GO...ON...PE...CKING...THIS...GROUND!!!
They are all gone!
Now they're all dead!
But they'll taste all...
RIGHT!!!!
Lyrics ©2003 Dozerfleet Records.
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