Ain't that Fine

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How empty is your soul...
         Let's take a stroll
                             to the knoll
         by the sewage line--

Ain't that fine?

Can you tell me what it is that
makes you
wake up
in the morning?
         Must be the putrid smell
         of grease and fat
         burning next door.
         Don't it make you just adore
                             the morn?
         I bet it's the yelling,
                                       screaming,
                                       stomping,
         you hear from the
                             love nest
                             upstairs
         that makes you wanna
         just jump for joy. Boy,
         is that great!
         It's just gotta be the smell
         of vomit
                   leftover
                             from the night before.
         Before...
Before you thought that drugs were bad
         --before you took that
           one last drag.
Before you knew it was wrong
         --before you looked up and noticed
           your stash was gone.
Before a gun scared you to death
         --before you cocked that trigger
           and she took that
           one last breath.
Go ahead,
         pull the trigger...
Blank.
         Blank.
                   Blank.
That's right,
         blank it out...
Blanket out your soul.

How empty is your soul...
         Let's take a stroll
                             down to the knoll
         right over there
         by that sewage line--

Ain't that fine?

Tell me,
what makes you
wake up
in the morning?
         I guess it's the screeching of tires
         right before that wreck.
         You know,
         the one you hear about on the news,
         the one where all those people died.
         Did you know someone
         on that highway,
         in one of those cars?
         Or was it a mirage to you?
         Or an omen, of what could have been?
         Maybe it didn't matter, maybe.
         Maybe...
         Nothing else matters--
                   until your sister
                   flies out the window
                   from the carseat next to you
                   and lands
                   in the lap of the drunken driver
                   who caused that wreck.
         That'll make you buckle up,
         right?

How empty is your soul...
         Let's take one last stroll
                             down to the knoll
         by the sewage line--

Ain't that fine?

How about
         the sound of bacon
         sizzling in the frying pan,
         the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls
         baking in the oven.
         And you
                   gallop down stairs
                                       to see
         Dad
                   pouring another cold one
                             down that
                                       big-thick-throat.
         Turning, he sees you,
                   tears rolling down your cheeks;
         or are they his own--
         No one can tell.
         Mom left so long ago
         you forget
                   to anticipate the doorbell.

Before you,
                   a gun.
                             Behind you,
a vague memory
         of the happiness someone once spoke of,
         or...
                   was it a dream?
Before you,
                   a gun.
Cock it back slowly.
Shh...
         Don't let the neighbors hear.

No, I know.
         It's the smell
         of that beautiful, warm bubbly.
         Just a few more seconds...
         Ouch!
                   Don't let the spoon burn you.
                   Fire makes metal hot,
                   remember?
         Remember...
                   oooh, yeah...
         remember that feeling...
         courses through your veins,
         allows you to forget.
         Remember
                             to forget that
         nothing else matters.

Before you thought that drugs were bad...
Before you,
                   a gun.
Blank.
         Blank.
                   Blank.
I hope the neighbors hear.