Chicken Lyrics

What's the matter, chicken?
Have you run out of things to blame?
You'd better hold on, chicken,
or you'll drop another name, chicken.

There may be no hipster redemption.
No saving grace for you, chicken.
As pretty as we are, we, chicken,
we can not hide behind our pretty faces alone, chicken.

What's the matter, chicken?
Are you afraid you might be understood?
But you held out, chicken,
as long as anybody really could. Chicken.