CHICKEN BROTH

I step into the club with chicken broth in my eye
I'm the only one here who isn't high
There's paint on my face and I'm dressed like a sprinter
Everyone here will starve come winter

I step into the club with chicken broth on my face
The only one here who's not a disgrace
There's string in their veins and sticks in their bones
Everyone here will die alone

I step into the club with chicken broth on my head
I'm the only one here who isn't dead
My paint has peeled off, my jersey is torn
The only one here who will ever be born