Сhop Is Dish

Woke up this mornin’, stepped on my own guitar Yeah, woke up this mornin’, stepped on my own guitar My baby left a note, said “You’s a little bizarre” She wrote “Peace, death” on the coffee cup, then “Peace door ball” in the hall Lord, I don’t know what that means, but it’s nailed to the wall She whispered “Chop is dish” — now my dog won’t even call Yeah, Peace, death, I’m losin’ my mind Peace door ball — wrong knob, wrong kind And that Chop is dish that I can’t rewind Lord, the blues got a fork, but my supper’s behind I went to the kitchen, microwave won’t confess Said I went to the kitchen, microwave won’t confess Found a plate full of riddles and a whole lotta mess She wrote “Peace, death” on a frozen pizza box, then “Peace door ball” on a broom I tripped on the lyric, now I’m singin’ the tune She said “Chop is dish” — now my heart’s in a tomb Yeah, Peace, death, I’m sweatin’ the rhyme Peace door ball — wrong place, wrong time And that Chop is dish that ain’t worth a dime Lord, the blues ain’t a puzzle, but I’m doin’ the crime “Honey, what does ‘chop is dish’ even mean?” Yeah. Peace, death. I’ll just wash the plate myself