hey god, where did all my hens go
boots and coats
cones and knives
life hangs in mine

a billion years is a drop in the pond
when you're shootin' the shit with Jesus Christ
and then a whole ocean of time
gives you an eternity on your knees

so then I ask
good god, why would you want to pray for always, forever

you heathen genius child
you're gonna try to outrun your demise
the singular focus of your life
begs not only the question how but why

so then I ask
my god, why would you want to live for always, forever

standing with a knife that little chicken dies
I wonder if I'll see her in heaven
but as she closes her eyes
I know that we are doomed to be forgotten

for always, forever
for always, forever