Rasing Canes

(Verse 1) Stepped into Raising Cane's, with a hunger in my soul, "Bucktooth Pickle," I whispered, feeling broken, feeling cold. Cashier jotted down my name, with a sympathetic glance, Hoped for that moment of glory, but it never got the chance. (Chorus) Hot fresh chicken for Bucktooth Pickle, a dream that slipped away, Quiet whispers, silent echoes, on that fateful day. Disappointment in my chicken, tears welling in my eyes, But I'll carry on, through the sorrow, beneath these stormy skies. (Verse 2) Lady at the counter, she saw the pain within, But when my name came up, couldn't let the shout begin. Held onto that fleeting hope, with all my heart and might, But silence crushed it swiftly, like a thief in the night. (Chorus) Hot fresh chicken for Bucktooth Pickle, a wish that fell apart, Muffled murmurs, hidden sorrow, like a broken heart. Disappointment in my chicken, heavy burden on my chest, But I'll soldier through, through the darkness, put my sorrow to the test. (Bridge) Sitting at my table, tears mingling with my meal, Wishing for a different outcome, wishing it was real. For the name's Bucktooth Pickle, now a symbol of my pain, A silent testament, to losses I'll always contain. (Chorus) Hot fresh chicken for Bucktooth Pickle, a tale of shattered dreams, Whispers soft, but pain runs deep, in silent streams. Disappointment in my chicken, like a weight upon my soul, But I'll rise above, through the tears, find a way to make me whole. (Outro) So here's to Bucktooth Pickle, in the shadows of regret, A song of sorrow, etched in memories I'll never forget. Raise my chicken high, in honor of the pain I bear, For even in the silence, I'll find strength to repair.