Ohgr - Feelin' Chicken lyrics

You're k**ing me with bacon, America, k**ing 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 k**ing me with bacon, America, just like the indians with tobacco and flour and firewater, h**n scabs and rehabs, sick in the blood, face down in the mud, all hype and gripes, stars and stripes ain't my flag today. I want to belong, I want to be proud but your gay-bashing voices are so f**ing 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 k**ing 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 *distorted lyrics* Four days fit five days, six ways to Sunday What if the world is sh** One year splits two hairs, three inching war dicks Where is the love in it? Watch from 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 sh**? *distorted lyrics*