Procol Harum Lyrics
Barnyard Story

Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your
bin You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing
fat with sin I was living in the graveyard, I was
hanging from the wall I was living in the desert,
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I was trying not to fall

Once I stood upon Olympus, then the heavens opened
wide I beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the
sacred bride Now and then my life seems truer, now
and then my life seems pure All in all, my
thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure