The fried chick 3

The damn song “fried chick, steamed chick” is really ear worm,
such you don’t can to hit chopping by nothing if it stuck.
Such things better not know then know.
Such things It’s a packing for a especialy mood.
Cuz for it dragging all dead anarchists, well it’s just makhnomen’s 
Still between.
And it hard feel really.
It chasing me four day already. With them black flag and ‘em disappointment.
Well, chick, “the freedom or the death”
We know now which choice been in end.
Song, left me along please, I not in deel.
Yeach, little wetingize  apple, where you drive to..
Stop! Whoa. It more one.
They was sing ‘em wild anarcho song while all around don’t start fall to faint.
But they shoot even don’t aim just by set.
What it’is addon for that not calm time? Where here a turn off in my head?
them story about only one wrong. They sell the freedom just.
I buy for my chicken neck a fur boa for penny,
And i so hope it’s true fake fur.
Life for the words is one day cuz for what need to more?
I fall in some dark moor I’m swear.
forget it.
i don’t can the switch brocked. The chick continue peck the seeds.
That pigs of hogs something reasoning here? I think it’s will be like a skeet.
Stopping it.
Oh merciful heaven.
It even don’t have a beans for the time.
Really so?
I need to sleep.
Ofcourse now nobody don’t sale a freedom ‘cause nobody just haven’t it. A fried chick, a steamed chick, going  walking to street
I’m calculately rely that it’s go past away tomorrow.
Cuz the new day or new century become on tomorrow.
No, the wheel is sliping in the ditch.