Cult Of Chic-Fil-A Lyrics

The opportunity

You see the strike

All the constructed thoughts

Is playing the wedge

Why you playing the end

All you need to defend

Take the British in the end

And be the man to contend

Fried or Broiled

The cow must die

The oil must fry

To cease the lies

As man has said

The truth has rest

For once he told the story

To the best

Look in my eyes

What do you see

It's me

The cult of Chick-fil-A

Biscuits and coffee

All the berries and honey

With sweetener and sugar

When cravings hit me

I know just where to go

To that place where are you

Shining and the smiles glow

From the hash browns to the

Sausage biscuits, oh so grand

Chick-fil-A you got my heart in the palm of my hand

No Sunday blues, wait till Monday morning

Counting down the minutes, I'll be there soon

With a coffee and some grape jelly, strawberry too

Chick-fil-A the comfort in the storm

Look in my eyes

What do you see

It's me

The cult of Chick-fil-A

Biscuits and coffee

All the berries and honey

With sweetener and sugar