
Date of issue: 14.05.2007
Record label: Uprising
Song language: English
Nobody Calls Me Chicken |
At first: |
This knife fight had begun, and with a straight blade |
crossed neck the other’s done. |
Their intentions: gone fermenting. |
And then: |
The blood (just) like the bulls, began to run sure as will (a)rise: the sun, end will/could/have come. |
Just as quick as their battle had begun, a straight blade |
crossed a neck, and the two became or becomes: |
The one. |
Ends came, run. |
(Run for it, Marty!) |
(Sure I’ll meet you there) |
Seven p.m. |
sharp |
Still checks his wrist |
(for the status on) |
His lack-of-clock scars… |
(Great Scott!) |
Name | Year |
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I'm Pretty Tired And I'm Pretty Old | 2007 |
Scribble Jack | 2007 |
Randy Wrinkled Travis | 2007 |
Bet'cha Your Job | 2007 |
Puked On And Slapped Up | 2007 |