Chicken Shit Songtext
von Black Moth

You touch wood I touch stone
You touch flesh I touch bone
I don′t think you even dare to pick up the phone
Festering, waiting for love to fall through your door
Chicken shit die alone down on the bathroom floor

As the fear
Flickered in her eyes
Your ego swelled
You had your pride

You touch wood I touch stone
You touch flesh I touch bone
I don't think you′re simple enough to be a saint
Festering, waiting for love to fall through your door
Chicken shit die alone fall on the bathroom floor


Who does she
Think she is
One minute yours
And the next she's his
As her pulse
Begins to rise
Her spirit calls
You have your prize

You touch wood I touch stone
You touch flesh I touch bone
I don't think you even dare to pick up the phone
Festering, waiting for love to fall through your door
Chicken shit die alone fall on the bathroom floor

You chicken shit
They′re all laughing at you
You pussy bitch
They′re all laughing at you
Ha ha ha ha
They're all laughing at you
Ha ha ha ha
They′re all laughing at you
Chicken shit