[acoustic guitars, violin, harmonica, male vocals, horror story vibes, 70 BPM] [Instrumental - Overly dramatic instrumental intro with screams and evil laughter] [Operatic male vocals throughout with a country music twist] [verses - moody male vocals with gospel choir harmonies] [choruses - Gospel choir vocals only] [instrumental outro - breakdown to violins only for 20 seconds] [spoken in a slow deep voice] The following isn't based on real events, but it's still one mother clucker of a tale....... [Verse 1] The corn is dry and rotting in the dirt My boots are heavy and my shoulders hurt The flock is quiet when the sun is high They stare at me with a yellow eye I scatter grain but they just turn away They wait for things I cannot face to say The pale moon rises with an icy glow And that is when the hunger starts to show [Chorus] The feathers are turning to bone They leave the sweet grain all alone There is blood on the coop floor tonight They are hunting by pale moonlight The feathers are turning to bone A terror that cannot be known I built this whole coop with my hands But something else rules on these lands [Verse 2] I found a shadow pacing by the door Where only feathers used to be before Their beaks are sharpened like a rusty knife They are no longer seeking grain or life They watch the treeline for the dark to fall Answering a silent and a wicked call The moon is high and silver on the wood I stand frozen where my father stood [Chorus] The feathers are turning to bone They leave the sweet grain all alone There is blood on the coop floor tonight They are hunting by pale moonlight The feathers are turning to bone A terror that cannot be known I built this whole coop with my hands But something else rules on these lands [Bridge] (Instrumental break with driving acoustic guitar, heavy kick drum, and a haunting slide guitar) [Chorus] The feathers are turning to bone They leave the sweet grain all alone There is blood on the coop floor tonight They are hunting by pale moonlight The feathers are turning to bone A terror that cannot be known I built this whole coop with my hands But something else rules on these lands [Outro] The moon goes down behind the hill But the coop is never truly still They are not my chickens anymore Something wicked is outside my door... Watch the shadows crawl... Feathers and bone... Cluck you!!! Go on now....... Cluckoff! [instrumental outro]
