G# D#
Every week it's the same
G# D#
Dark meat for sale
G# D#
And like others I know
G# D#
It's hard to pass up a sale
D# G#
And at the very least
B A#
She'll keep me warm
C# Fm
Nine months to the day
C# Fm D#
Field hand is born
G# D#
Everyone looks the same
G# D#
Dark meat for sale
G# D#
No one has a last name
G# D#
"X" marks the sale
D# G#
There's a fork around your neck
B A#
Forks are for food
C# Fm
It was just a joke
C# Fm D#
To lighten the mood
D# G#
There's a song in the air
B A#
The boys start to sing
C# Fm
It's as if through their words
C# Fm D#
They're plotting something
G# D#
Every week it's the same
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