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Jimmie's Chicken Shack

This songs for my boy Brice and my boy Chapman and my girl Jenny



(song starts)



Seven days, seven days

In the same god damn room

With two beds and a fucked up TV

Not a soul around

Why did we come to this town

We finally got our house

And Jim, scared of a little mouse

Where are the pretty people

All that my brother, he could say



Send her back to god

Send her back to god

Send her back to god

Send her back to god



This is a guitar lead, Brice

See Brice don't like guitar leads

So I've been working on a guitar lead that Brice might like



Seven days, seven days

In the same god damn room

With two bed and a fucked up TV

Was not enough to let us know

That the communal way of living

Was the way for me

So we come back to the east coast

With all you uptight motherfuckers

Who bouncing around

Taking my change

Trying to break

Your fucking heads open

Thats okay motherfuckers

Cause if I had my choice

With you breaking my skull open



Send us back to god

Send us back to god

Send us back up



We love it anyway

We fuck it up today

We love it anyway

We love it anyway



Return to sender

Return to sender

Return to sender

Return to sender



I think I smell the kind

I think I smell the kind

Why doesn't somebody pass

That kind my way