A traditional meat-chicken farmer meets the devil and sees the Light ...
Once a chicken farmer, came home from Sunday church
For a while he rested, seated on his perch
His mind set on religion, he saw the clouds up high
Then he had a vision: ghost chickens in the sky
--- ghost chickens in the sky
Their eyes were red and fiery, and beaks were black as coal
Flesh and feathers burned away, the devil took a toll
Diving down to grab his soul, vengeance was their holy goal
No mercy nor compassion; it's time to rock and roll
-- time to rock and roll
In a hail of rotten eggs, and a stench that takes the day
Claws digging for flesh and bone, his fate was to be prey
Freaking out and full of fear, he tried to run away
Alas he found no shelter, and it was too late to pray
-- just too late to pray
In chicken purgatory, they put him on a spit
Roasted him for quite a while, above the fiery pit
Served him hot and crispy, with butter, beans and fries
I must change my business, he came to realize
-- he came to realize
Then he woke up suddenly, his shirt all soaked in sweat
Became a vegetarian, his soul full of regret
Free-range for the chickens, the rooster cries hurray
When it comes to farming: organic is the way
-- organic is the way, organic makes the day,
the rooster cries hurray, ...

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