OhGr - Feelin' Chicken lyrics

You're killing me with bacon, America
Killing me with smog and taxes
Like axes in my neck
Like hogs to the slaughter
What do I tell my daughters?
Daddy's all heart
But he's pushing a cart way downtown
Where the skin is brown and eyes
Are the size of the deficit?
You're killing me with bacon, America
Just like the Indians with tobacco
And flour and firewater
Heroin scabs and rehab
Sick in the blood, face down in the mud
All hype and gripes and stars and stripes
Ain't my flag today
I want to belong, I want to be proud
But, your gay bashing voices
Are so fucking loud
My choices are shrinking like
Bacon in the pan the spatter of hot grease
Spitting like mad geese
Bombers in Baghdad, I am a college grad
But my life is a want-ad
You're killing me with bacon, America
How shall I pray? The old fashioned way?
Down on my knees to the god of the weak?
Or dick deep in my squeeze
Wearing a red rubber nose, clown clothes?
Laughing as we cum and saying something
Stupid like i love you

One egg split two eggs
Three makes it four legs why is it opposite?
Anyone's sweater makes it feel better
Wrapped up so tight in it
One day is two days, three makes it always
When is it going to fit?
Everyone's laughter caught by the natter
Weaving their web so glib

Everybody goes what the fuck goes
What the fuck goes what the fuck goes
Everybody goes what the fuck goes
What the fuck goes what the fuck goes

Four days fit five days, six ways to Sunday
What if the world is shit
One year split's two hairs
Three inching war dicks
Where is the love in it?

Watching the rafters, he's running after
Noise from a chickens tit
Five days fit four days, six ways to Sunday
What if the world is shit?

Everybody goes what the fuck goes
What the fuck goes what the fuck goes
Everybody goes what the fuck goes
What the fuck goes what the fuck goes
Everybody goes what the fuck goes
What the fuck goes what the fuck goes
Everybody goes what the fuck goes
What the fuck goes what the fuck goes