The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster - Chicken текст песни

Go!

Well, in your home she,
She sent fire through my bones so I
I threw all my stones at her
I left her in the road, good night
I'll leave her for the crows, hello
Are you friend or foe?
Hey, there's a monkey in my bed said Ed
and the universe is turning red
I don't know what it was she said
Something like 'Ed is dead'
Oh No!
You're a wicked woman!

Under my shoes everything will crawl
All the places I tread will crumble and fall
You never take heed to anything at all
Your head's too big but your mind's too small
Sounds running through my head

Well, in your home she
She sent fire through my bones so I
I threw all my stones at her
I left her in the road, good night
I'll leave her for the crows, hello
Are you friend or foe?
Goddamn! Whatever happened to the man?
Nobody listens to his words
Pretending everything that you think you know
Look out man!
It's a long way below!

Under my shoes everything will crawl
All the places I tread will crumble and fall
You never take heed to anything at all
Your head's too big but your minds too small

Hello, hello, I plucked a chicken cold
Hello, hello, I plucked a chicken cold
Hello, hello, do you hear at all?
Hello, hello, hello, hello

Sounds running through my head
Under my shoes everything will crawl
The places I tread will crumble and fall
You never take heed to anything at all
Your head's too big but your minds to small