The Choir is in favor of honest preaching

The Choir is in favor of honest preaching.
Here's their song, "the chicken," ready to be sung in church......as it should be:

I could tell you there is no troll in the valley,
No tricky ghoul behind the trees.
Yeah, I could tell you there is no molester in the alley to take a lead pipe to your knee.
But you won't believe it 'cause it ain't true.
The Choir is in favor of honest preaching.

Here's their song, "the chicken," ready to be sung in church......as it should:

You won't believe it 'cause it ain't true.
Rivers flowing through your precious body blue trickle crimson when the chicken claws you.
I could assure you you could not be swallowed by the ground since we've moved away from L.A.
And I could tell you no child of Jesus will ever be found under rubble somewhere today.
But you won't believe it 'cause it ain't true.
You won't believe it 'cause it ain't true.
Rivers flowing through your precious body blue trickle crimson when the chicken claws you.
Yes, I could swear it.
I will not betray another friend.
I've found true love and I've lost an eye.
And I might promise never to hurt you again, cross my heart, hope to die.
You won't believe it 'cause it ain't true.
Rivers flowing through your precious body blue trickle crimson when the chicken claws you...