CHAIN CIGARETTE
 
I want to know is that me who calls you
in the middle of the night
 
one experiental thought leads to the others
and then you die of death
 
i play my records
and they are scratched,
give them away and
write my epithet;
chain cigarette
chain cigarette
chain cigarette
chain cigarette...
 
tell me a story in the park on the grass
you're making me laugh
 
approve, baby, are you kidding
i own stock
 
read me a poem
blare me the warning
no fire has regrets
they're just set
chain cigarette
chain cigarette
chain cigarette
chain cigarette...