Chickenhead Goes Amok [OFFLINE] (mp3 192k, 3:16)
shoulda coulda woulda
don't make the deal more done
you missed me by a mile
but who's counting past one
and I'm a few bucks short of fifty
with my head in the clouds
and I'm long gone past gettin outta this crowd and Chickenhead's goin on way too loud.
I got an ink blot brother
calling on the phone
sometimes you feel so alive that you forget you're alone and I'm heavin hot air at midnight with my brain on fire and I'm screeching down the road on four flat tires and Chickenhead's going out under the wire
I got a heavy metal hippie
who's got the hot's on for a dove.
Go paste a fortune cookie message
in your scrapbook of love.
In a no-show resurrection
on a triple dog dare.
and the space-time fabric has got a slight tear and Chickenhead's going on way out there.
I got nine lives stashed down a one way street I got a mule's head heart, but I'm quick on my feet.
so I'll lay it right down for as long as it lasts in this podunk-strip-show-one-girl-town and Chickenhead's going on nowhere fast.