What Have My Chickens Done Now? - The Residents

What have my chickens done now

She took a mouse out of a pouch

And made me put it in my mouth

We call out her name

And beg for a shaming

She made me spit

And shake and scream

She made me make myself unclean

She calls out my name

But I'm not to blame but

Maybe my chickens know how

I don't know why she told on me

I'm sick and sad and eighty three

I knew when I named her

The devil had claimed her

It must be my chickens somehow

They accused my daughter and

Scratched her on the face and hand

They bite their toungues

And bear their teeth

Then they scratch me til I bleed

As long as she remains

We will keep her in pain

I know her chickens are foul

I know I'm not to blame

But I'm tired of the bloodstains

I have to find a way out

Under stress I did confess

Just to make them stop I guess

What can my chickens do now

We knew if named her

God would not claim her

My pain was in vain

For they were all against me

Around her neck they tied a noose

And they killed her family too

Only her chickens know now