The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster - Chicken lyrics

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