Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin I was living in the graveyard, I was
Chicken in the farmyard There's an oven in your bin You're growing old with sorrow You're growing fat with sin I was living in a graveyard I was hanging
: Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin I was living in the graveyard, I was
