THE CHICKEN SHOP AT THREE
A collective that has never shown its faces and communicates only through the records
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 92
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.97
- valence
- 0.44
- vocal at
- 2.6s
- length
- 2:34
- language
- En
lyrics
(three a.m.) There's a man who works the fryer who has seen the whole street change Every landlord, every closure, every scaffold going up And he doesn't seem to mind it and he doesn't find it strange And he gives me extra chips because I always overpay The chicken shop at three, the chicken shop at three The last honest room in about a mile of glass The chicken shop at three, the chicken shop at three Where nobody's got a plan and nobody's got a class They're building forty flats on top of it next year And he's not worried. He says he'll go somewhere. He says that clear. The chicken shop at three, the chicken shop at three The last honest room in about a mile of glass The chicken shop at three, the chicken shop at three Where nobody's got a plan and nobody's got a class (extra chips)
