paroles de chanson Run Chicken Run - The Felice Brothers
I
just
got
in
from
town
The
news
is
all
around
Oh,
push
has
come
to
shove
Down
at
Madam
Plum's
Oh,
the
ice's
about
to
break
And
the
pigs
are
on
the
take
And
they're
marching
To
the
beat
of
Madam's
drums
Oh,
the
barber,
he's
all
smiles
He's
from
the
British
Isles
But
his
razor's
sharp
as
hell
And
he
knows
it
well
He's
driving
to
the
docks
From
an
office
in
the
Bronx
He
could
make
your
life
a
living
hell
Run,
chicken,
run
Don't
you
lose
your
sleep
Oh,
the
cat
got
out
of
the
bag
You
better
keep
your
sense
Breathe,
chicken,
breathe
Don't
you
lose
your
breath
Chickens
don't
get
no
life
after
death
Well,
down
on
Baker
Street
That's
where
the
women
get
down
They
really
move
their
feet
To
the
line
dance,
the
Cotton
Eyed
Joe
Virginia
Rag
and
the
Zydeco
But
the
girl
that
I'm
gonna
see
She
runs
down
Baker
Street
With
a
pipe
bomb
in
the
long
And
windy
snow
She's
a
very
sensitive
lady
She's
always
at
the
breaking
point
She's
always
on
her
guard
She's
the
fairest
of
them
all
She
loves
her
Adderall
She's
kicking
out
the
windows
of
your
car
Run,
chicken,
run
Don't
you
lose
your
step
Oh,
the
cat
got
out
of
the
bag
You
better
keep
your
sense
Breathe,
chicken,
breathe
Don't
you
lose
your
breath
Chickens
don't
get
no
life
after
death
Now
Madeline's
mamma
is
all
in
a
panic
Cause
her
husband's
sad
and
he's
a
bad
mechanic
And
he's
always
mad
and
he's
manic
depressive
And
the
clothes
he
wears
are
torn
but
Let
the
brass
band
play
Let
them
soothe
your
blues
away
Let
the
fiddle
serenade
you
Find
a
shady
place
to
lay
Run,
chicken,
run
Don't
you
lose
your
step
Oh
the
cat
got
out
of
the
bag
You
better
keep
your
sense
Breathe,
chicken,
breathe
Don't
you
lose
your
breath
Chickens
don't
get
no
life
after
death
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