Meat Off the Bone Lyrics

Meat off the Bone
I been waiting on a cold front
To trample this sun
I been calling my mama
On the telephone
I been cooking lots of chicken
On the kitchen stove
And pulling the meat right off the bone
I been sending that letter
Of sorrow home
I been hurting deep
And not sleeping long
I been eating lots o chicken
And getting mighty stoned
And pulling the meat right off the bone
And I ask myself
How did it get this way?
But when I ask myself
I ain??t got much to say
I??m just cooking the chicken
And eating crow
And pulling the meat right off the bone
We have no preacher
To marry our son
Our daughters have no faith
In a christian home
How shall we live now
Now that God is gone
Just pullin?? the meat right off the bone
________________________
gareth d davies