Chicken - The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

Well, in your home she

Sent fire through my bones so i

I threw all the stones at her

I left her in the road goodnight

I’ll leave you for the crows, hello

Are you friend or foe

Hey, theres a monkey in my bed said ed

And the universe is turning red

I dont know what it was she said

Something like 'ed is dead'

ohhhhh no

You’re a wicked woman

Under my shoes everything will crawl

The places i tread will crumble and fall

You never take heed to anything at all

Your head’s too big but your minds to small

Sounds running through my head

Well, in your home she

Sent fire through my bones so i

I threw all the stones at her

I left her in the road goodnight

I’ll leave you for the crows, hello

Are you friend or foe

Goddamn, whatever happened to the man

Nobody listens to his words

Pretending that you think you know

Look out man

Its a long way below

Under my shoes everything will crawl

All the places i tread will crumble and fall

You never take heed to anything at all

Your head’s too big but your minds to small

Hello hello i plucked a chicken cold

Hello hello i plucked a chicken cold

Hello hello do you hear at all

Hello hello hello hello

Sounds running through my head

Under my shoes everything will crawl

The places i tread will crumble and fall

You never take heed to anything at all

Your head’s too big but your minds to small