Run Chicken Run (The Felice Brothers)

I just got in from town The news is all around Push has come to shove At madam plum’s The ice’s about to break And the pigs are on the take And they’re marching To the beat of madam’s drums 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 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 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 i came to 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 in your car Run chicken run 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 Madeline’s mother is all in a panic Cause her husbands mad and he’s a bad mechanic And he’s always sad and manic depressive And the clothes he wears are torn 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 The cat got out of the bag You better keep your sense Breathe chicken breathe Don’t you loose your breath Chickens don’t get no life after death