Every Day Is a Miracle

The rose is pruned to a perfect shape

Perfect for whom, I wonder

The chicken thinks in mysterious ways

But beauty is not what we're after

Now the chicken imagines a heaven

Full of roosters and plenty of corn

And God is a very old rooster

And eggs are like Jesus, his son

Every day is miracle

Every day is an unpaid bill

You've got to sing for your supper

Love one another

Cockroach might eat Mona Lisa

The pope don't mean shit to a dog

And elephants don't read newspapers

And the kiss of a chicken is hot

The brain of a chicken

And the dick of a donkey

A pig in a blanket

And that's why you want me

What does it feel like

To be your tongue

Moving around in your mouth

To be free in the forest of your love

A cockroach in the cosmos of your house

Every day is miracle

Every day is an unpaid bill

You've got to sing for your supper

Love one another

I'm a blond, a brunette and a redhead

I thought up the birds and the bees

My software is famous all over

My money is growing on trees

The mind is a soft boiled potato

A jewel in a chocolate shell

I staple my love to your heart dear

With memories and beautiful smells

Every day is miracle

Every day is an unpaid bill

You've got to sing for your supper

Love one another

Every day is miracle

Every day is an unpaid bill

You've got to sing for your supper

Love one another