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 as 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, 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
I hope they don't
I hope they don't
I hope they don't
I hope they don't
I hope they don't