A Song For A Chicken Named Jenny taby ukulele według Pat The Bunny (Chwyty barytonu)

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I eat cigarettes for breakfast,     and coffee for lunch.
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For dinner I lay in the dirt and wait for the end times to come.
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I wish I could tell you the truth, but when I do it comes out sounding stupid.
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But meet me at four in the morning, and see for yourself.
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Sunrise, sunset, that's all I really gotta know.
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      The rest is a prison       that I build for myself.
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On my worst nights, I'd still burn down the city just for a peaceful night's rest.
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But here in your arms, my darling, I think that can wait,        or I hope it can.
 
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We murdered a chicken for breakfast,     and ate it for lunch.
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She was beautiful, she was scrappy, she was      as mean as they come.
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And I told her on the way to the chopping block: "Chaos reigns over us all.
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One day I'll be worm food, but Jenny, first it's your turn."
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There's sunrise, and sunset, and then there's the day that I die.
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    All the rest is a prison,        or else it's a lie.
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At my worst times, I'd still murder a traffic cop to get out of a ticket.
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But here in your arms, my darling, police don't exist,        or I hope they
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doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon't. I hope they
 
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doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon't. I hope they
 
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doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon't. I hope they don't.
 
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