FRIED CHICKEN
FRIED CHICKEN
I KNOW I AM NOT A CRITIC
BUT LIFE I CAN NOT SEE,
EXISTING PAST TOMORROW
WITHOUT MY SANITY
SITTING IN THIS CHAIR
WITH NOTHING ELSE TO DO
BUT WATCH MYSELF LOSE TOUCH
NO ABILITY TO MOVE
SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT COMING
IT IS IN THE FAMILY TREE
IT WAS NOT A STROKE OF GENIUS
JUST A STROKE THAT HAS TAKEN ME.
I KNOW I AM NOT A CRITIC
BUT LIFE I CAN NOT SEE,
EXISTING PAST TOMORROW
WITHOUT MY SANITY
SITTING IN THIS CHAIR
WITH NOTHING ELSE TO DO
BUT WATCH MYSELF LOSE TOUCH
NO ABILITY TO MOVE
SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT COMING
IT IS IN THE FAMILY TREE
IT WAS NOT A STROKE OF GENIUS
JUST A STROKE THAT HAS TAKEN ME.
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