The Afterlife

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

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

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) x4