Letra de Attitude Chicken

Later on that evening when I thought I'd had enough I sat down in a restaurant and Over powdered drugs I ordered up some dew-soaked lettuce Picked by virgin hands Nestling on a bed of Pearl encrusted clams Well the waiter's name was Renee and He told me how his aunt Who had 47 children And how they'd always planned To grow the smallest vegetables in All the kingdom's land "They're poor," he said "but happy and Well that's what really counts" And every evening after Their 20 hour day They'd sleep content imagining That restaurant far away Where fat fucks in designer suits Would order over deals The smallest portions of these Tiny morsels for their meals