Standard (EADGBE)

Every week it's the same

Dark meat for sale

And like others I know

It's hard to pass up a sale

And at the very least

She'll keep me warm

Nine months to the day

Field hand is born

Everyone looks the same

Dark meat for sale

No one has a last name

"X" marks the sale

There's a fork around your neck

Forks are for food

It was just a joke

To lighten the mood

There's a song in the air

The boys start to sing

It's as if through their words

They're plotting something

Every week it's the same