Lyrics Night of the Chicken Dead - Corpsefucking Art‎

Night of the Chicken Dead

Chicken wings…
They can truly be nasty now and then
Chicken wings…
Sure you want a bite of them?
If you end up on a conversation
With a talking sandwich
Then something’s very wrong
But you’ll learn a lot from what it says
Night of the Chicken Dead
You will be skinned alive
Night of the Chicken Dead
And your brain will be fried into an omelette
Night of the Chicken Dead
You will be skinned alive
Night of the Chicken Dead
And They’ll dip your nose in barbecue sauce
Just don’t sit
On the toilet bowl then
You might be already
Infected and lay an egg
Fed on garbage
Driven like bumper cars
Pack up your tranquil lives
Throw up your green sludge
Everything has its price
Carefully labelled and adorned
In large colored ribbons
Night of the Chicken Dead
Coming soon to your town
Night of the Chicken Dead
American Chicken Bunker