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