That looks beyond simplistic on the page, actually. But the words are moving and it’s all in the performance. Second place probably goes to “Time,” by Tom Waits.
From the same album, I also like “Tango Till They’re Sore,” particularly the beginning of the chorus
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, missguided, directionless familiar
of some obscure scottish poet.
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase
So you say you believe in all of mother natures laws
You lust for gold with your sharpened knives
Oh when your hoards are gathered and your enemies left to rot
You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods
Then you try to place the killers blade in my hand
You call for justice and distort the truth
Well Ive had enough of all your pretty pretty speeches
Receive your punishment
Expose your throats to my righteous claws
And let the blood flow, and [let the blood flow], flow, flow, flow