He's got a rooster in a plastic bag
He's ripped a hole and now it's feathers drag
Plastic bag ?
And now it's heading for a vintage stew
'Cause you can make it OK
If the night were the day
You can make your escape
And change the point of view
Chef ?
He won't play this game
He's got until so he can get away
? the world his lust
He's growing vegetables in permafrost
But you can make it OK
If the night were the day
You can make your escape
And change the point of view
If you can make it OK
I can show you the way
It's the end of the line
Or the start of something new
Calabrachie(?) never wanted war
Burning over his antiquey whores(?)
Dropped ?
She's gonna bring it down
When that ensued
She can make it OK
If the night were the day
You can make your escape
And change the point of view
She can make it OK
I can show you the way
It's the end of the line
Or the start of something new
You can make it OK
You can make it OK
If you make it OK
If you make it OK
You can make it OK
You can make it OK
You can make it OK
And I can tell you alright