The rose is pruned to a perfect shape
Perfect for whom, I wonder
The chicken thinks in mysterious ways
But beauty is not what we're after
Now the chicken imagines a heaven
Full of roosters and plenty of corn
And God is a very old rooster
And eggs are like Jesus, his son
[Chorus]
Every day is a miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another
[Verse 2]
Cockroach might eat Mona Lisa
The pope don't mean shit to a dog
And elephants don't read newspapers
And the kiss of a chicken is hot
The brain of a chicken
And the dick of a donkey
A pig in a blanket
And that's why you want me
What does it feel like
To be your tongue
Moving around in your mouth
To be free in the forest of your love
A cockroach in the cosmos of your house
[Chorus]
Every day is a miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another
I'm a blond, a brunette and a redhead
I thought up the birds and the bees
My software is famous all over
My money is growing on trees
The mind is a soft boiled potato
A jewel in a chocolate shell
I staple my love to your heart dear
With memories and beautiful smells
Every day is a miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another
Every day is a miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another
[Verse 1] The rose is pruned to a perfect shape Perfect for whom, I wonder The chicken thinks in mysterious ways But beauty is not what we're after Now the chicken imagines a heaven Full of roosters and plenty of corn And God is a very old rooster And eggs are like Jesus, his son [Chorus] Every day is a miracle Every day is an unpaid bill You've got to sing for your supper Love one another [Verse 2] Cockroach might eat Mona Lisa The pope don't mean shit to a dog And elephants don't read newspapers And the kiss of a chicken is hot The brain of a chicken And the dick of a donkey A pig in a blanket And that's why you want me What does it feel like To be your tongue Moving around in your mouth To be free in the forest of your love A cockroach in the cosmos of your house [Chorus] Every day is a miracle Every day is an unpaid bill You've got to sing for your supper Love one another I'm a blond, a brunette and a redhead I thought up the birds and the bees My software is famous all over My money is growing on trees The mind is a soft boiled potato A jewel in a chocolate shell I staple my love to your heart dear With memories and beautiful smells Every day is a miracle Every day is an unpaid bill You've got to sing for your supper Love one another Every day is a miracle Every day is an unpaid bill You've got to sing for your supper Love one another Explain Request ×
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