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