Fire Shut Up in My Bones, Act I: Legs, thighs, breasts, wings (”Live”)

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Fire Shut Up in My Bones, Act I: Legs, thighs, breasts, wings (”Live”)

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Legs, thighs, breasts, wings Legs, thighs, breasts, wings Pluck 'em, pluck 'em clean Pluck 'em, pluck 'em clean Legs, thighs, breasts, wings Legs, thighs, breasts, wings Pluck 'em, pluck 'em clean Pluck 'em, pluck 'em clean They say a fire awaits those who've sinned A stinking lake of burning sulphur for an eternal swim I'm not the type to sin, but if God won't let me in Hell couldn't smell much worse than butchered chickens On our feet in guts and grease Bloody feathers, butchered meat I met a gal from Mississippi With a big old ass and a real tight pussy But despite her many charms When she got goosebumps on her arms Couldn't think of nothin' else but butchered chicken On our feet in guts and grease Bloody feathers, butchered meat No dead bird gon' ruin my fantasy I'ma leave this place behind and move to the city One day my prince gon' come, and he'll be vegetarian And I'll never touch another stinking chicken I see you flirtin', Spinner I know you ain't tryin' to flirt while I got a cleaver in my hand Only legs and thighs I need right here Will you quit? I reek Not to me, you still smell sweet Young man, if you're here about a job, I'll see you in my office Otherwise, get the hell out This is a sanitary workplace, not a picnic Sanitary, my ass Quiet, enough out of you Sorry, sir, didn't mean no harm Just need a word with my wife Sir, can I take five? Make it quick, step outside Everyone take five

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