[Verse 1]
Yeah, old cooter jumped up from a bad dream
On the dawn of the day of the dead
And when a plant split his brain like a light beam
Made a suit out of chicken bone heads
Then he clucked and he crowed down to Main Street
While the flock fell deep into his trance
And as the news crew caught it for the TV
The hens sang while the Chicken-man danced
[Pre-Chorus]
Said the chickens are troubled
The poop's aimed at the fan
We’re tired of livin' on double
We're sick of trickle-down plans
We’re tired of peckin' for a penny
And no corn in the stew
We're sick of bad for the many
And bein' great for a few
[Chorus]
Life in the coop is gettin' real tough
The tractor's runnin' but the wheel's stuck
We’re out here lookin’ for the real stuff
Yeah, the chickens want guns (They want guns)
And gold (Gold), and guitars
Yeah, they really need guns (Guns)
And gold (Gold), and guitars
Yeah, old cooter jumped up from a bad dream
On the dawn of the day of the dead
And when a plant split his brain like a light beam
Made a suit out of chicken bone heads
Then he clucked and he crowed down to Main Street
While the flock fell deep into his trance
And as the news crew caught it for the TV
The hens sang while the Chicken-man danced
[Pre-Chorus]
Said the chickens are troubled
The poop's aimed at the fan
We’re tired of livin' on double
We're sick of trickle-down plans
We’re tired of peckin' for a penny
And no corn in the stew
We're sick of bad for the many
And bein' great for a few
[Chorus]
Life in the coop is gettin' real tough
The tractor's runnin' but the wheel's stuck
We’re out here lookin’ for the real stuff
Yeah, the chickens want guns (They want guns)
And gold (Gold), and guitars
Yeah, they really need guns (Guns)
And gold (Gold), and guitars
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