It's So Over Now

A proudly-ignorant dystopia

 There’s still smoke everywhere but most of the really big fires are almost out

We’re seeing isolated pockets of resistance but nothing that is organized

The major roads are all empty and impassible due to all the abandoned cars

Semi trailers stand jack-knifed and gutted oozing discarded packaging materials

Groups of vigilantes search out the minorities they have always deemed evil and guilty

Dirty children play happily, unaware of their ragged dress and skin diseases

The once-fat all share the same final diet and, dear friends, it always works

None of the women seem quite so beautiful, stripped of makeup, jewelry & clean clothes

There’s plenty of paper but nobody bothers writing much but simple messages

Luckily, we’ve still got a lot of ammunition left, what with all the enemies that surround us

Nothing’s growing since the farmers fled in front of us and we ate up all their seed

Those Black Helicopters do still fly by real low right over us every once in a while

It’s over now and we all know the Good Old Days are not even coming back

We camp each night in a different abandoned SUV that will never run again

I killed a man over an unopened can of beans that some child had dug up

We shoot every off-color on sight, take their stuff and leave them strung up as examples

Grandpaw got drunk and left behind and the feral dogs just tore him apart

We keep moving south with the fall but it’s getting darker and colder even faster

Found a Witness Group dead in their circle all cleaned up and dressed real nice

It’s much better now that all the corpses have decayed about enough to stop their stinking

Now the rain is dirty and it coats everything in a somber, itchy gray

We killed a skinny, lost cow last month so we stopped and feasted for a week

I’m on the lookout for some new shoes and Jimmy needs a sweater

Took quite a while to get used to things being so damn quiet all the time

We surrounded a locked compound and smoked out some corporate pretenders

Heard all the starving survivalists just sniping at each other out there in the woods

Showed the kids some books but knew they would never learn to read

It’s over now and pretty soon won’t none of us care to even know no better

MayDay

Anybody out there, mayday, mayday, smoke and dust is filling up the cockpit

It keeps on getting hotter and we’re running out of drinking water

Everybody’s shoutin and our power’s gettin really low

Be advised there’s heavy smoke showing and we’re surrounded by perps with guns

We’re flying on one engine and our rudder’s been sheared off

Everybody’s fightin on the decks below and we got no lookouts aloft

We’re taking on dark liquids and choking on our own exhaust

Chain of command is broken and the loud and greedy think that they’re in charge

Lost track of our position a while ago in unfamiliar, storm-filled waters

If you can hear my voice, please send some help to this location real soon

Some team members aren’t responding but we don’t have any time to search

The officer in charge has been shouting but command has not been making any sense

A bunch of us are trapped with no supplies in a shaft with this acidic liquid oozing in

It’s really dark but even if our lights weren’t out there’s still too much smoke to see

There’s a lot of guys with injuries, but all we got are some aspirins and a coupla tiny band-aids

Sent out a recon mission that accidentally stumbled back, finding nothing and nobody else

Things around here sure don’t seem right, there’s dead stuff laying all around

Plants are looking sickly and we haven’t been hearing a single bird

Found a couple kids but even when we fed them they wouldn’t hardly talk

Our Dear Leader keeps saying we’re alright and he and his buddies even look OK

It’s like a massive spill from infinite freight trains, all mixing their unknown contents

The rain has turned all black and we’re choking on the chemicals in the dust

Looks like the food here has been poisoned by some unknown contamination

Residents are advised to take shelter until we can determine the nature of the spill

Feels like we’re goin down on fire into some slimy cesspool, without any parachutes

The tower’s not responding and the runway lights aren’t working

I’m running low on air and I’m trapped alone here in this confining darkness

We copy that we are now assured that no relief crews will ever be forthcoming

Can’t carry out our wounded but Cap says it’s time to get out now

The chaplain started laughing and crying and then heaved up his guts

The tones keep going off but we are learning to ignore them

Been hearing only laughing foreign voices on our own emergency frequencies

Ignoring The Blind Curves Up Ahead

There’s blind curves coming up but, not to worry, our true faith will see us on thru

They best watch out for us wherever their unfenced stock is roaming

Though we got foggy conditions up ahead, there ain’t no time for slowin down

It’s slippery when wet, but, your see, we got not time to lose - at all

Mind you watch out for them children playin, cuz we’ll just keep on speedin

Caint be slowin down now for just a little bit of rain

Gotta keep on truckin even though it’s already been 16 amped-up hours

Don’t you dare to swerve if a deer should jump out in the road

There’s a dip ahead but there aint no point in brakin now

Them speed limit signs are merely a little bit of friendly free advice

Hey, that yellow light means ta hurry up on thru that next intersection

That flashing sign don’t apply to us, so you just keep on a goin

There’s a sharp curve at the bottom, but our brakes may not be too hot

He’s kickin back a lot of gravel but we need to get up real close sos we can pass

It’s a narrow bridge so keep this big rig pushed right in towards the middle

We can negotiate these blind curves with the bright light from our blind faith

There’s a jam up there so just go ahead and pass them all on the right

That STOP sign ahead doesn’t apply to us because we’re on a special mission

Quick, flip out that trash right here where nobody else can see us

This semi don’t move over one bit for pedestrians, cyclists or accidents

Don’t try to dodge every pothole or miss every piece of ignorant road kill

There ain’t no shoulder so we sure ain’t pullin away from the centerline

We’ll let things take care of themselves and figure it out when we get there

That is, theys blind curves up ahead but we’ll just take them as they come