Isn't it really about the angst and pain he feels from his frustrated career as a McDonalds McNugget Chicken Raiser, and the constant exposure to all those chickens with the grotesquely and unnaturally enlarged McBreasts.... Giving rise to the contrast that he must accept that his Frankenchickens are leaving, as they line up excitedly, awaiting their ride on the Mechanical Chicken Separator machine. In the end he wonders if he can achieve some closure, bridging the chasm of their separation, by breaking out some Honey Mustard or BBQ Sauce and maybe a six or nine...
Isn't it really about the angst and pain he feels from his frustrated career as a McDonalds McNugget Chicken Raiser, and the constant exposure to all those chickens with the grotesquely and unnaturally enlarged McBreasts.... Giving rise to the contrast that he must accept that his Frankenchickens are leaving, as they line up excitedly, awaiting their ride on the Mechanical Chicken Separator machine. In the end he wonders if he can achieve some closure, bridging the chasm of their separation, by breaking out some Honey Mustard or BBQ Sauce and maybe a six or nine piece.... a real "Happy Meal".
Wow... how can any one song be so chock full of Ironical Meta-fours (and even some Meta-twos and threes. Insane!
This song is about the problems he was having with his vocal chords.
haha really?
haha really?
OOOPS.... Wow! Talk about oversimplification.
OOOPS.... Wow! Talk about oversimplification.
Isn't it really about the angst and pain he feels from his frustrated career as a McDonalds McNugget Chicken Raiser, and the constant exposure to all those chickens with the grotesquely and unnaturally enlarged McBreasts.... Giving rise to the contrast that he must accept that his Frankenchickens are leaving, as they line up excitedly, awaiting their ride on the Mechanical Chicken Separator machine. In the end he wonders if he can achieve some closure, bridging the chasm of their separation, by breaking out some Honey Mustard or BBQ Sauce and maybe a six or nine...
Isn't it really about the angst and pain he feels from his frustrated career as a McDonalds McNugget Chicken Raiser, and the constant exposure to all those chickens with the grotesquely and unnaturally enlarged McBreasts.... Giving rise to the contrast that he must accept that his Frankenchickens are leaving, as they line up excitedly, awaiting their ride on the Mechanical Chicken Separator machine. In the end he wonders if he can achieve some closure, bridging the chasm of their separation, by breaking out some Honey Mustard or BBQ Sauce and maybe a six or nine piece.... a real "Happy Meal".
Wow... how can any one song be so chock full of Ironical Meta-fours (and even some Meta-twos and threes. Insane!