Sudden Death - Dead Rubber Chickens lyrics

Are you ready for the terror of a lifetime

Lock all your windows, stay in the house at night time

Comin' to your home from the sewers

They came from outter space and they're bouncing to a town near yours

This is the attack of the chickens

They've been here for years, but we didn't know we were with 'em

Maybe now they might just understand

That the chickens are the cause of the problems in this glorious land

Discovered by a doctor in Brazil

They might make you sick or they might just kill

So face it, it's true

As reported by the National Enquirer direct to you

It's the attack of the dead rubber chickens

You can't get rid of 'em you can't live with 'em

Blame everything on the dead rubber chickens

'Cause this time it's them who'll do the finger lickin'

Try not to acknowledge that you know

'Cause if they find out they'll peck out your eyes real slow

Be happy that the chickens never flew

'Cause as it is now they're tryin' to take over the home of Frank Purdue

Take a look around you won't see 'em

But the next time your car breaks down you can blame 'em,

know what I mean

The White House keeps 'em on as a guide

'Cause they think that if they step outta line

they'll just make Kentucky Fried

But the truth couldn't be so bent

'Cause the chickens now control this nation's government

They're monsters, they're dead

If you see 'em don't get too close they'll peck off your head

It's the attack of the dead rubber chickens

Everyday they grow stronger and the rubber plot thickens

Blame everything on the dead rubber chickens

They'll stick to your family like a booger you've been flickin'

The chickens are controlling Mr. Rogers

And they're forming their own baseball team called the Tobasco Dodgers

King of sell-out rap and rock

They're the masterminds behind the sucess of the

New Kids On The Block

That's an example of their power

They're small and yellow, but they make the powerful cower

The day of the chickens has come

And it's time we faught 'em instead of runnin' around like bums

Get 'em now because more are coming

Maybe we can turn 'em into condoms or something

This is it, their pen

The National Enquirer says that they're coming back again

The attack of the dead rubber chickens

They clog your toilet and blow up your kitchen

Blame everything on the dead rubber chickens

Serve 'em on a platter with all the fixens