MUCK!

[Intro] Gather round ye homestead folk, in seventeen seventy-five, The coop needs muckin’, feathers fly, keep the flock alive. Pitchfork and shovel, dawn’s early light, Same ol’ duty, mornin’ till night. HEY! - HEY! - HEY! [V1] Back in wigs and muskets high, We scraped droppin’s ‘neath rebel sky. Hens clucked freedom, eggs for fight, But coop’s still rank come mornin’ light. Wheelbarrow creaks, manure storm brews— Same dirt story, just new shoes! [CH] MUCK! MUCK! MUCK! Coop’s a battlefield, pitchfork divine, Scrapin’ to the beat in twelve-eight grind. Olive Eggers drop emerald thrones, Wyandottes riff, shatter the stones! Clean like it’s seventeen seventy-five, Same shit forever—Ramblers alive! [V2 ] Feathers fly like musket shots, Wings beat thunder, scatter the clots. Scratchin’ litter, tectonic quake, Every rake strike makes rafters shake. Eggs roll like cannonballs, golden and vile, Riddlehoof Ramblers poop through time! [CH] MUCK! MUCK! MUCK! Coop’s a battlefield, pitchfork divine, Scrapin’ to the beat in twelve-eight grind. Clean like it’s seventeen seventy-five, Same shit eternal - never die! [BR] OH-OH—OOOOOOOH! Hens seize the rake, manure to the sky! Clappin’ straw bales to sub-bass fly. OOH-OOH—OOOOHHHHHH! Shake tail-feather freedom now, Homestead Muck Dance - take a bow! [OUTRO] MUCK! MUCK! MUCK! Riddlehoof rebels through space and grime, Scrapin’ the ages, rhythm sublime. Olive Eggers birth new worlds with each scrape, Wyandottes detonate the poopscape. Clean like it’s seventeen seventy-five, Same shit eternity—Ramblers alive!