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...