Alice in Chains

Ain't found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere
Wife and kids household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere

Here they come to snuff the rooster, aww yeah, hey yeah
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no, ya know he ain't gonna die (x2)

Walkin' tall machine gun man
They spit on me in my home land
Gloria sent me pictures of my boy
Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death
My Buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath
Oh god please won't you help me make it through

Here they come to snuff the rooster, aww yeah
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no ya know he ain't gonna die

 

I am not making this up. I think I have a fecking rooster following me. In Nicaragua, my neighbors are farmers. Cows, horses, chickens, roosters, and pigs abound. So I hear roosters crowing or cock a doodling doing its fecking head off but this seems to fall into the realm of normal.  

So when I moved to Houston I could a hear another fecking rooster. I live (or use to live in the Heights) which is kind of inner city but I could  hear a rooster. Every friggin morning I hear a rooster. I thought maybe it was  the acid that I did in university coming back to haunt me but my neighbor was hearing it to. And I don’t think we were doing the same acid.

Every morning this thing would craw or crow or bark or whatever a rooster does and alas and alack I would wake up and think I am being stocked by a Nicaraguan rooster.

So now I am spooked and decide the demonic thing will never find me in Iraq. So that was the main reason for moving here and now I think I am safe from the Killer Rooster. And this was true for the first two months.

But now I am now looking after my coworkers dog and there is a rooster beside me and it goes nuts every morning at 4 am and Saxon the neurotic wonder dog goes nuts at 1 second after 4:00 am. Erbil is a city and having a rooster in your back yard is much akin to having a cow in your backyard in Toronto. I believe I am in grave danger.

 

But I don’t think the stocking rooster wants to slit my throat, claw my eyes out  but I do believe the evil bastard is trying to deprive me of sleep.

 

Pray for Frankie