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We runnin' round like little chicks Ready for a'slaughterin' Farmer Gov comes out Feeds us all little pells' Buckah buckah we all crien' out Farmer Gov scratches and plucks our feathas One by one by one Then throws us out and feeds pells' again Eventually Farmer Gov a'slaughterin' us He line us all up An' sleets the throats with hees shaaarp knife An' we jus' watch along as our other chicks *** cut until we a'panick when it's our turn
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Farmin'
We runnin' round like little chicks Ready for a'slaughterin' Farmer Gov comes out Feeds us all little pells' Buckah buckah we all crien' out Farmer Gov scratches and plucks our feathas One by one by one Then throws us out and feeds pells' again Eventually Farmer Gov a'slaughterin' us He line us all up An' sleets the throats with hees shaaarp knife An' we jus' watch along as our other chicks *** cut until we a'panick when it's our turn
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
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