Chicken in the Backyard

It's dark but I can't sleep
I'm maxing out my boogie 'stead of counting sheep
A shave, a dollar, a day
A thousand happy lies and nothing else to say
The photogenic feast
An eyeball and a finger in to feed the beast

Whoa, got a chicken in the backyard
Whoa, got a chicken in the backyard
Whoa, got a chicken in the backyard
Whoa

The wolves won't eat the sheep
There's ever present trouble but you can't be beat
The packages in a pile
We're ringing every doorbell for a country mile
You glaze, you boil, you bake
You're living from your pocket, can you catch a break?

Whoa, got a chicken in the backyard
Whoa, got a chicken in the backyard
Whoa, got a chicken in the backyard
Whoa

The phosphorescent snack
Don't worry where you're going, you ain't coming back
A gram, a dollar, a day
Your friends all in a circle, can't get out that way
The square that shines so bright
We're all in this together, gonna be all right

Whoa, got a chicken in the backyard
Whoa, got a chicken in the backyard
Whoa, got a chicken in the backyard
Whoa

Whoa, got a chicken in the backyard
Whoa, got a chicken in the backyard
Whoa, got a chicken in the backyard
Whoa



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Grosvenor
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