"Song for a Chicken Named Jenny"
I eat cigarettes for breakfast, and coffee for lunch.
For dinner I lay in the dirt and wait for the end times to come.
I wish I could tell you the truth, but when I do it comes out sounding stupid.
But meet me at four in the morning, and see for yourself.
Sunrise, sunset, that’s all I really gotta know.
The rest is a prison that I build for myself.
On my worst nights, I’d still burn down the city just for a peaceful night’s rest.
But here in your arms, my darling, I think that can wait, or I hope it can.
We murdered a chicken for breakfast, and ate it for lunch.
She was beautiful, she was scrappy, she was mean as they come.
And I told her on the way to the chopping block: “Chaos reigns over us all.
One day I’ll be worm food, but Jenny, first it’s your turn.”
There’s sunrise, and sunset, and then there’s the day that I die.
All the rest is a prison, or else it’s a lie.
At my worst times, I’d still murder a traffic cop to get out of a ticket.
But here in your arms, my darling, police don’t exist,
or I hope they don’t.