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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 Songtexte'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 Aus Songtexte Mania