Believe in Chicken (All Hail Gravy)

A surreal gospel-funk anthem for the saucy souls among us. When life gets crispy, and your faith gets shaken, there's still one truth that never lets you down: Believe in Chicken. Inspired by the mystical madness of modern fast-food devotion, this absurdly uplifting track will dunk your doubts in gravy and deep-fry your disbelief. Raise your wings. Chant the sacred words. And bask in the crunchy enlightenment. All hail gravy. [Lyrics] All hail gravy (All hail gravy!) All hail gravy (All hail gravy!) All hail gravy! All hail gravy! I was lost in the woods of responsibility, Emails, taxes, adult accountability. Then I heard a sound like a holy bass drum, Turned around and saw a bucket—and I succumbed. There stood a man with a beard like fate, Holding up a drumstick like it could levitate. He said, “Son, drop your doubts, drop your shame— We got a table set in chicken’s name.” He dipped his friend in a lake of brown, Out popped a wing with a crispy crown. I knew right then I’d seen the light— Eleven herbs baptized my bite. Oh, believe in chicken, praise the fry, Raise your hands to the original thigh. Trust the dunk, trust the sauce, Gravy’s the boss, yeah, gravy’s the boss. Don’t need a job, don’t need a plan, Just a bucket and a biscuit in each hand. Bawk bawk, baby, taste that vision— There’s still one true fried religion. Life used to be a bland old stew, But now I roll with the crispy crew. We dance in the aisles, we chant in the street— Barbecue hymns and a honey mustard beat. There's a temple deep in your hometown mall, Where the chicken glows and the sauces call. No robes, just napkins tucked in tight— You don't need heaven when the crunch hits right. Dearly beloved… we are gathered here today… To witness the miracle of meat in a bucket. For when the world feels extra crispy, And your heart's original recipe is broken… Let the gravy pour. Let the tenders rise. Let the chicken be your guide. Oh, believe in chicken, praise the fry, Raise your hands to the original thigh. Trust the dunk, trust the sauce, Gravy’s the boss, yeah, gravy’s the boss. Don’t need love, don’t need reason, Just spicy wings for every season. Hallelujah, extra crispy edition— There’s still one true fried religion. All hail gravy (All hail gravy!) All hail dunking (All hail dunking!) All hail crispy… All hail chicken… Believe in chicken.