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Evidently Chickentown

by Burnpit

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(Contains explicit lyrics, if that's a problem for you)

A poem by John Cooper Clarke, originally set to music in a dissatisfying way with most of the bad words replaced. Here, Burnpit revive this litany of small town horrors to maximize the impact and momentum of the text. We'd like to think this version is closer to the manner in which the poet originally intended it to be read.

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The fucking cops are fucking keen
To fucking keep it fucking clean
The fucking chief’s a fucking swine
Who fucking draws a fucking line
At fucking fun and fucking games
The fucking kids he fucking blames
Are nowhere to be fucking found
Anywhere in Chickentown

The fucking scene is fucking sad
The fucking news is fucking bad
The fucking weed is fucking turf
The fucking speed is fucking surf
The fucking folks are fucking daft
Don’t you make me fucking laugh
It fucking hurts to look around
Everywhere in Chickentown

The fucking train is fucking late
You fucking wait you fucking wait
You’re fucking lost and fucking found
Stuck in fucking Chickentown

The fucking view is fucking vile
For fucking miles and fucking miles
The fucking babies fucking cry
The fucking flowers fucking die
The fucking food is fucking muck
The fucking drains are fucking fucked
The colour scheme is fucking brown
Everywhere in Chickentown

The fucking pubs are fucking dull
The fucking clubs are fucking full
Of fucking girls and fucking guys
With fucking murder in their eyes
A fucking bloke is fucking stabbed
Waiting for a fucking cab
You fucking stay at fucking home
The fucking neighbors fucking moan
Keep the fucking racket down
This is fucking Chickentown

The fucking train is fucking late
You fucking wait you fucking wait
You’re fucking lost and fucking found
Stuck in fucking Chickentown

The fucking pies are fucking old
The fucking chips are fucking cold
The fucking beer is fucking flat
The fucking flats have fucking rats
The fucking clocks are fucking wrong
The fucking days are fucking long
It fucking gets you fucking down
Evidently Chickentown

(Yes, there's always a method actor hangin' about...)

credits

released December 12, 2023
(John Cooper Clarke-Martin Hannett-Stephen Hopkins)
EMI SONGS LTD
ROSETTA VM PKA VIRGIN MUSIC

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Burnpit San Francisco, California

Burnpit are a mysterious band from an unknown location who let their most troubled emotions out on Ear Candle Productions.

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