Well Frank settled down in the Valley

and he 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 14% and put a downpayment

on a little two bedroom place

his wife was a spent peice of used jet trash

made good bloody marys

kept her mouth shut most of the time

had a little Chihuahua named Carlos

that had somekind 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 liqour store

picked up a couple of 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