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Jimmie's Chicken Shack - Milk lyrics
milk them chickens and pluck them cows we're the ones that gonna fuck you now wandering with no purpose things we do well i don't know we'll go all the way down to mexico join up with the circus and no prophet today words could sound so sweet like the beat of the souls in the drums of our feet no fear i will rise today who do we think we are (x4) and what's left to save well it's time that we will give her back what she gave i'm not talking to myself i'm just the only one who's listening mine doesn't matter think of all that we could do if we could just join together one of these days we're gonna break through wise never looked so strange life is something that will soon fade away and if anything is right today it's that we're hypnotized man who do we think we are yeah who do we think we are who do we think we are (x2) and no prophet's words would ever sound as sweet as the beat of the souls in the drums of our feet no fear we will rise today yeah no prophet's words would never sound as sweet as the beat of the souls in the drums of our feet no fear we will rise today but it's politics and i'm no politician yeah it's just politics, polytricks polydicks, politics and i'm no politician yeah but i've got the attitude attitude it ain't nothing but a bunch of head fattitude talking 'bout my attitude attitude it ain't nothing but a bunch of head fat who do i think i am yeah who do you think you are and who do we think you are and who do you think we are chicken and what's left to say well it's time that we will give her back what she gave i'm not talking to myself i'm just the only one who's listening mind over matter think of all that we could do if we could just join together one of these days we're gonna break through wise never looked so strange life is something that will soon fade away and if anything is right today it's that we're hypnotized man who do we think we are (x4 |
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