Slow Fast Food Love
Baxendale - Poultrygeist - Night of the Chicken Dead
All these fried chicken wings that I'm serving
They make me yearn for your breats
My hunger for you is unswerving
Without you my heart starves
All these protests and speeches I'm making
To end all this chicken suffering and slaughter
His only response is that I'm faking
that I'm gay just like Dick Cheney's daughter
Gay seems my way to quote Rober Frost
It could be nostalgia for all that is lost
Could be that our love is star crossed
I sure miss getting my salad tossed
And your shake makes me shiver
You're my happy meal sent from above
Can this drive-through called life deliver
A heavenly slow fast food love?
All I have is self-pleasure
Bumping uglies real hard we did crying
With tissue and hand cream
How you stuck this thing up my behind
With my partner in bed I am yearning
To get pleasure and passion
But only thoughts of you get me burning
Memories of your beef make me stew
If hearts were like chickens
It could be nostalgia for all that is lost
Could be that our love is star crossed
I sure miss getting my salad tossed
And your shake makes me shiver
You're my happy meal sent from above
Can this drive-through called life deliver
A heavenly slow fast food love?
And your shake makes me shiver
You're my happy meal sent from above
Can this drive-through called life deliver
A heavenly slow fast food love?