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Our headless chickens pushed and pecked along their Southbound route
To cluck the atrocity, their beaks are posturing
At and old vampire; the forest fire
Any day our windy city's gonna blow it out for you

I'll keep a horseshoe on my step, I'll keep a cross around my neck
While draping garlic above our bed
All good luck, amulets and aids will dab your forehead, keep you safe
From the forest fire rage
Our fine crystal will cling, we'll drink to anything
If it keeps the highways moving, keeps commuting smooth for you
I'm drawing a bloodbath with or without you

On the day the fire nibbled your neighborhood
We guard our brimstone as if it was gravestone
While the blaze was blown loose, our cottage knees shaking
The flames were giggling with the embers beaming, its chest its beating
That little house we made gets gobbled up by flames

I'll mash my foot down on the gas of any black cat that cross my path
Than to risk it and lay it in my lap
We keep our umbrellas down here, we toss the salt behind our ears
The good looks weren't worth the seven years
With tightly coiled springs that snap for anything
We're gonna keep a lighter to it, even while it burns for you
I'm going to heaven with or without you

I'll keep a horseshoe on my step, I'll keep a cross around my neck
Draping garlic above our bed
All ladder legs we walk around, no burning flags will touch the ground
The same one that our cracks we found, and I swear to God...
I'll bury a bible in these halls, I'll bury a black cat between the walls
Good luck, Godspeed, God damn you all
God damn you all

Our headless chickens pushed and pecked along their Southbound route
To cluck the atrocity, their beaks are posturing