Chicken Blows

(R. Pollard) Chicken blows I suppose we could have a girl or a boy And I see what you mean I'm not here to drink all the beer In the fridge (oh, la la la) In the room (oh) In the house In the place (oh, la la la) That we both (oh) So love Can you sink to the depths (lots of "oh"ing) I don't know I don't even care And our lives slip away In the end we will probably reach All the way (oh, la la la) To the walls (oh) Over there Have you flown? (oh, la la la) Our courage (oh) Is only a taste And I'll get paid (ooh, ooh) If you'll get laid (ooh, ooh) It's our parade (ooh, ooh)