Throw the phone hard at the wall And at once my muscles stall Slowly my mind cools and calms
Decompressed and disengaged i put my pen to virgin page with each scratch I'm hauled away
Woahwoahwoah....(x4)
Through the slowest country dance To not knowing in advance Every impending detail
So exploding with the news Cages rattled, looks confused Seems I might have gone too far
My front door lies in Splinters And barefoot in the winter My prayers are unsuccessful To a God that I can recall
I could learn, I could learn, I could learn to keep my mouth shut I might learn, I might learn, I might learn to keep my mouth shut
Woahwoahwoah...(x4)
There's a pause before the howl And I'm well past feral now Liberated and joyous
Curtains open, necks are craned Shady heads in burnt wood frames Then the rumble from within
The insanity is catching As out of doors like hatchlings The people leave their houses In barely more than blouses
This is fun, this is fun, it's the most fun I remember. This is fun, this is fun, it's the most fun I remember.
It's the fight, it's the fight, it's the fight that we are winning It's the fight, it's the fight, it's the fight that we are winning It's the fight, it's the fight, it's the fight that we are winning It's the fight, it's the fight, it's the fight that we are winning