How Many Secrets Can Dead Chickens Keep? by Thel Lyrics

How many secrets can dead chickens keep?
Caged in the cushions, poked by my knees
How many secrets do you need to know?
Before there's a reason, to stand up and go

Oh in dark rooms, in classrooms
Where one should be on feet
Not praying, and paying, and feeling
Oh so guilty (Guilty)
If you should see
Whats become of me
You'll turn to a kettle when you hear
Could you keep quiet with an influenced tear
Juicing and orange without peeling its rind

And they'll make you, into a tomato soup can
With paper 'round the waist
So they can understand
And they'll make you, into a marmalade man
Watching sugar drip
Into my hand
How many finger strings should I make?
Just to remember what wasn't a mistake
How many more names do I need to hear?
Before I can muzzle, out all of the fear

Oh but you've got your reasons
There's a price to be paid
And I've made my bed, but I'm still tired
Everyday (Everyday)

But who's to say
Who's sad or gay
When you've got troubles of your own
Who'll be the first to cast the lot or the stone
Omnipotent insight before the tie is ripe

And they'll make you, into a tomato soup can
With paper 'round the waist
So they can understand
And they'll make you, into a marmalade man
Watching sugar drip
Into my hand

And so I ask myself
How many secrets can dead chickens keep?
Caged in a cushion, poked by my knees