Paul Geremia does a song that I find really strange. It's called Chickens Come Home to Roost, or something like that. About five or six verses chronical a pretty bad interpersonal situation and each ends with the lines

"But you know I gotta cut you loose
Before them chickens come home to roost.

Then he has a verse that says

Those Pentagon terrorists make me rave
When peace on Earth is what we crave
They export war and they export death
I don't even know why I waste my breath
'Cept to spread a little bit of truth
Cause chickens always come home to roost.

Before Sept. 11 I always just thought it was jarring, out-of-place bad writing. After 9-11, I have to hit the "next" button when it gets to that part of the song.

david