Throw the phone hard at the wall 
And at once my muscles stall 
Slowly my mind cools and calms 

 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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