Chicken - She Makes War

Tell me your secrets

I’ll tell you my lies

Tell me everything — don’t bury it

What’s the use of skirting round it?

Give the guilty gossip

Tell me, tell me

The panic voices in your head

They’ll buzz around until they kill you

Melt away the brain cells til you’re dead

Come on chicken

Bang your empty head

Give it up, give it up

Tell me

I’m growing tired of your excuses

Your indecision with the truth is

Getting on my nrves I have to say

So count to ten I need a frind

Oh spit it out cos I’m not laughing

I’m planning to walk out of here alive

Come on chicken

Bang your empty head

Give it up, give it up

Tell me