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. There's sunrise, sunset, that's all I really gotta know. The rest is a prison that I built for myself. And 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 strapping, she was as mean as they come. And I told her on the way to the chopping block, chaos rains over us all! One day I'll be worm food with Jenny, but first it's her turn. There's sunrise, sunset, and then there's the day that I die! The rest is a prison, or else it's a lie! And in my worst times, I'd still murder a traffic cop, just to get out of a ticket. But here in your arms my darling, police don't exist. Or, I hope they don't.