You, comin' here
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Tellin' me how proud you are
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Some clown just handed you
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A shiny little silver star
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You say, over there, the men are brave
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While the chickens stay away
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'Cause they're all too much afraid
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To fight for somthin' they should believe in
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I'm sorry friend, you've got it backwards
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They won't follow when your whistle blows
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Won't come runnin' when your rooster crows
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Don't eat the same old corn until their minds have gone
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They don't fear the squawk of the little silly chicken hawk
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Uh, uh huh, help us clean our own backyard
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Before you go to preach abroad
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Believe me, it won't be easy
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As you well know, not ever bird can roam the sky
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I see your wings, man, but can you fly?
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All I see when I look down, something jumpin' on the ground, scratchin'
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dirt
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Cluckin' in the barnyard, tell me, could that be you?
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In that case, lay another egg
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Try to save yourself from the bar-b-cue
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Chicken Wolf
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Steppenwolf |