Please grant me my freedom
Under the widest sky
To breathe in the sweet fresh air
My trapped wings need to fly

Thousands upon thousands in this god-forsaken place
There is no room to turn around, to find myself – I have no space
Hemmed in and constricted, I grow fat and weak and dumb
As the great machine which builds my fate begins to groan and hum

Maybe you can, you can save me
Surely you can, you can save me

CHICKEN OUT!
Don’t CHICKEN OUT
Help that CHICKEN OUT
Get that CHICKEN OUT

The fumes of this metropolis engulf me every breath
I try to keep most clean and pure, I close my eyes, try to forget
And then I’m gazing upward for a glimpse of higher love
But all I see is steel fluorescence, closing in, from up above

Maybe you can, you can save me
Surely you can, you can save me

CHICKEN OUT!
Don’t CHICKEN OUT
Help that CHICKEN OUT
Get that CHICKEN OUT

Please grant me my freedom
Under the widest sky
To breathe in the sweet fresh air
My trapped wings need to fly
So grant me freedom
From this living lie
Let the sun shine bright upon my soul
Before I die
(repeat full double chorus)

Words and Music © Monica Max West