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Tales From The Coop

A Dark Cabaret 2

The Haunted Phonograph

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I'm Gonna Win

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The Last Werewolf

The Hunt

The title track from the Radioactive Chicken Heads album, Tales From The Coop, released on October 13th, 2017.

Available now at radioactivechickenheads.bandcamp.com 

Cover art by Noaur. Engineered by Dave Klein at Dave Klein Recording. Mixed and mastered by Jeff Forrest at Doubletime Studios.

Lyrics:

Picture if you will... Doctor Von Kluckinstein, 
An evil genius mastermind, 
Devised a scheme to bring him great wealth and glory, 
Formulating frankenfoods down in his laboratory. 

He began experiments with vegetables, 
Enormous in size but not quite edible. 
Moved on to making mutant mega-chickens 
But they managed to escape. 
That’s where the plot thickens. 

Kluckinstein’s plans had begun 
But the Chickens flew the coop. 
Now they’re on the run. 

So the mad doctor sent his minions out on a mission: 
Capture the missing mutants who pose as musicians. 
The Legion of Goons assembled and were given the task: 
Find the carrot and chickens and bring ‘em back to the lab. 

While an unsuspecting world is asleep, 
Gatorteeth is unleashed and evil onions creep. 
The robot Rabbit gets into gear. 
Killer Klownfish get vicious, striking fear. 

Hear the howl of the fowl in the dead of night. 
When chickens get wicked and ascend into flight. 
They’ve sharpened their beaks and are ready to bite. 
The victims of chickens are stricken with fright. 

Here’s a final warning, so be prepared. 
Proceed with caution if you dare 
To hear frightful stories of poultry spooks 
When you listen to tales from the coop!

Tales From the Coop

"Cluck at the Moon" by the Radioactive Chicken Heads. Guest vocals by Ronald Osbourne of Mac Sabbath.

Lyrics:
Walking in the barnyard, late last night, 
I saw a something strange in the pale moonlight. 
At that moment, I knew I wasn’t alone. 
I turned around to run back home. 
I heard a shrill squawk and then I looked back. 
A feathery bird gave my a lips a smack. 
It wasn't a kiss, it was more like a peck 
But I’d never expect what would happen next. 

I was a teenage werechicken. 
The changes happened so soon. 
Cursed with a freakish affliction 
That doomed me to cluck at the moon. 

Now, when my stomach is empty and the moon is full, 
I gotta do all I can just to keep my cool 
‘Cause I’m sprouting a beak every fourth week. 
People shriek at the sight of my poultry physique. 
Lock me up, please. I can’t be free range 
‘Cause I go in a trance and mutilate grains. 
I got scaley legs, might lay some eggs too 
Then hop up on the roof and shout “cock-a-doodle-doo!”

Cluck At The Moon

The Radioactive Chicken Heads cover of "Somebody's Watching Me" by Rockwell. Available on the album, "Tales From the Coop" 
http://RadioactiveChickenHeads.bandcamp.com

Somebody's Watching Me (Rockwell cover)

The "Wiccan Chicken" song from Tales From the Coop, featuring vocals by Rockin' Robin and Dominique Lenore Persi of Stolen Babies. Happy Halloween!


https://radioactivechickenheads.bandcamp.com/

Boys and girls, listen well. 
I have a story I’d like to tell. 
Not for the fearless, not for the brave, 
Only for you chickens in dismay. 

When you see her, try not to scream, on Halloween. 
Her name is Wiccan Chicken. 
Flying high on her broom in the sky. 
You know the end is nigh. 
She’s a witch, that wicked chicken. 

They say she lives on a house on a hill, 
Covered in weeds and daffodils. 
Has a pointy hat, has a crooked beak. 
Mess with her if it’s your doom you seek. 
One eye green, the other blue. 
Cooking in her cauldron, a bubbling brew. 
Wait, this is it! there she goes 
With an incantation only she can know: 

“Tongue of worm and wool of cat. 
Fire burn with hangman's fat. 
Spider bones and all ten toes. 
Let thy potion grow from below. 
With these words I shall say, 
You will all be my slaves. 
Feathery-fi and cluckity-coo. 
Silly me, the last thing to add is you.” 

So take heed of this tale. 
If you don’t, you will grow pale. 
Go ahead and frolic, run amok, 
But when she spots you, you’ll surely be stuck 
In her oven for her stew 
Of ghouly green and goblin’s goo. 
Trick or treat. she’ll take your feet. 
It’ll give her something good to eat. 

“Oh, my sweet little dears. 
I'll bring truth to all your fears. 
For when my stomach starts to yearn, 
Your feet, I'll take to turn and churn 
In my pot for a scrumptious meal, 
Sautéed with snake and eye of eel. 
And by the light of the moon, 
I'll swiftly ride away upon my broom”

Wiccan Chicken featuring Rockin' Robin & Dominique Lenore Persi of Stolen Babies

"Killer Klownfish" from the Radioactive Chicken Heads album, Tales From the Coop

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Killer Klownfish

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A Lady

Then: The Earlier Years

Kiss Me, Son of God

Kiss Me, Son of God (Alternate Version)

The World's Most Notorious Band of Genetically Modified Poultry Punk Rock Mutants

Somebody's Watching Me (Rockwell cover)

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