The Residents Follow

What have my chickens done now?

She took a mouse out of a pouch
And made me put it in my mouth

We call out her name
And beg for a shaming

She made me spit and shake and scream
She made me make myself unclean

She calls out my name
But I'm not to blame but
Maybe my chickens know how
I don't know why she told on me
I'm sick and sad and eighty three

I knew when I named her
The devil had claimed her

It must be my chickens somehow

They accused my daughter and
Scratched her on the face and hand

They bite their tongues and bear their teeth
Then they scratch me til I bleed

As long as she remains
We will keep her in pain

I know her chickens are foul

I know I'm not to blame
But I'm tired of the bloodstains
I have to find a way out
Under stress I did confess
Just to make them stop, I guess
What can my chickens do now?

We knew if named her
God would not claim her

My pain was in vain
For they were all against me

Around her neck they tied a noose
And they killed her family too

Only her chickens know now