Standard (EADGBE)

  Every week it's the same

  Dark meat for sale

  And like others I know

  It's hard to pass up a sale

  And at the very least

  She'll keep me warm

  Nine months to the day

  Field hand is born

  Everyone looks the same

  Dark meat for sale

  No one has a last name

  "X" marks the sale

  There's a fork around your neck

  Forks are for food

  It was just a joke

  To lighten the mood

  There's a song in the air

  The boys start to sing

  It's as if through their words

  They're plotting something

  Every week it's the same