Poultrygeist
The Radioactive Chicken Heads
As the Moon starts to rise
Beneath clouded skies
You recognize the cries of a bird
When you chopped off its head
You assumed it was dead
Its feathers and flesh were charred and burned
In the smoke and the flames
Moaning with pain
From the ashes, the chicken head returns
You'll be running in fright
At the very sight
Of this phantom fowl in flight
You can hear the wind howling its name
Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist
Look just ahead
Just a floating head
Swooping down upon you in the night
Listen to the wind howling its name
Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist
Yes, it is I
I am the Poultrygeist
Only a head and I ain't got no body
I'm the Phantom of the Coop
I am dead, but no big whoop
All I'm wanting is to do some haunting
Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist
Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist
Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist
Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist