Well Frank settled down in the Valley
and hung his wild years
on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead
he sold used office furniture
out there on San Fernando Road
and assumed a $30,000 loan
at 15 1/4 % and put down payment
on a little two bedroom place

His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
made good bloody marys
kept her mouth shut most of the time
had a little Chihuahua named Carlos
that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind.
They had a thoroughly modern kitchen self-cleaning oven
(the whole bit) Frank drove a little sedan they were so happy

One night Frank was on his way home from work,
stopped at the liquor store, picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths
drank 'em in the car on his way to the Shell station,
he got a gallon of gas in a can,
drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it,
parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn,
all Halloween orange and chimney red
then Frank put on a top forty station got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed north
Never could stand that dog

Tom Waits