countdown to the end

Cutting through a potato chain-link fence
You think you know about someone just 'cuz you read their diary
Well quite contrary
Laughing Mary
A goddamned statue out of orbit
And a can of orange juice
Drowning the tuna in the ocean
But it's too late to react
B'e'c'a'u's'e'
You forgot to schedule accordingly

You made a deal with yourself so it's time to cash in

So sopping through the trough and cutting up the chicken fat
You've gone too far just because you read the maps
But you were naked to the gills
And already wasting away
Cooking up a chicken fat sardine dinner
Off the VCR
And you can rewind and watch all your favorite moments
But somewhere in an alley lays a dying little kitty cat
You ever heard of an alley?
The bees told me all about the birds
Bright one early summer morning
Unable to contain what it called emotion
Thoroughly confusing and satisfyingly frustrated