Cargill House of Murder
Robert McNeil
CARGILL HOUSE OF MURDER (HOTEL CALIFORNIA) Robert McNeil http://bit.ly/2te7chL Am E On a dark London highway - cool wind on my skin G D Bad smell of McNuggets - rising up from within F C Up ahead in the distance – I saw a shimmering light Dm E My beak grew heavy and my sight grew dim – looks like we stop for the night Am E There they stood in the doorway – I wasn’t feeling well G D And I was thinking to myself this must be some twisted version of Hell F C Then they lit up the spotlight – and they opened my cage Dm E There were voices down that corridor – thought I heard them say CHORUS F G C E Am Welcome to the Cargill House of Murder - Such an ugly place – such an ugly place F G C Dm E There’s plenty o’death at the Cargill House of Murder-any time of year, killing chickens here Am E Their minds ere definitely twisted - they drive their Mercedes Benz-es G D They got a lot of pretty pretty knives – that are not my friends F C Dm E How they dance on my body – shiny and wet - Some go for my organs – one goes for my head Am E G D So I called up Security-please tell me I’m fine –they said “We haven’t let a chicken live since 1969” F C And still those voices were calling from faaar away Dm E Wake you up in the middle of the night – just to hear them say CHORUS Am E Big hooks on the ceiling, chicken blood on ice, and we said: G D We are all just prisoners here – in Cargill’s device F C And in the Master’s chambers – they gather for the feast Dm E They stab us with their steely knives – and they still just call us Beasts Am E Last thing I remember – I was - running for the door G D I had to get these Chickens back to the life we knew before F C Relax said the Nightman – we are - programmed to receive Dm E You can check out anytime you like but - you can never leave CHORUS
On a dark London highway - cool wind on my skin
Bad smell of McNuggets - rising up from within
Up ahead in the distance – I saw a shimmering light
My beak grew heavy and my sight grew dim – looks like we stop for the night
There they stood in the doorway – I wasn’t feeling well
And I was thinking to myself this must be some twisted version of Hell
Then they lit up the spotlight – and they opened my cage
There were voices down that corridor – thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Cargill House of Murder
Such an ugly place – such an ugly place
There’s plenty of death at the Cargill House of Murder
Any time of year – killing chickens here
Their minds are definitely twisted
They drive their Mercedes Benz-es
They got a lot of pretty pretty knives – that are not my friends
How they dance on my body – shiny and wet
Some go for my organs – one goes for my head
So I called up Security- please tell me I’m fine – they said:
We haven’t let a chicken live since 1969
And still those voices were calling from faaar away
Wake you up in the middle of the night – just to hear them say
Welcome to the Cargill House of Murder
Such an ugly place – such an ugly place
There’s plenty of death at the Cargill House of Murder
Any time of year – killing chickens here
Big hooks on the ceiling, chicken blood on ice, and we said:
We are all just prisoners here – in Cargill’s device
And in the master’s chambers – they gathered for the feast
They stab us with their steely knives – and they still just call us Beasts
Last thing I remember – I was running for the door
I had to get these Chickens back to the life we knew before
Relax said the Nightman – we are programmed to receive
You can check out anytime you like but - you can never leave
Welcome to the Cargill House of Murder
Such an ugly place – such an ugly place
There’s plenty of death at the Cargill House of Murder
Any time of year – killing chickens here