Free of Hope - Vic Chesnutt

Bricks are dirty, lakes are dead\nThe family dog is mad\nBaby brother’s science beakers are all broken\nNow the yard peacocks are all sad\nBoard games are boring\nMay they rot on the shelf\nBig brother’s at Columbia University\nQuote unquote, he’s tanning beaver pelts\nSubtle as a billboard, oh, so refined\nSmoking through my chimney\nBurning up this life of mind\nFree of hope, free of the past\nThank you God of nothing\nI’m free at last\nFree of hope, free of the past\nThank you God of nothing\nI’m free at last\nI’m free at last\nI’m free, free at last\nA chip on the shoulder usually means\nThere’s wood up above\nBut no man at this shiny oblong table\nIs very, very fibrous\nPicnic demographics\nI’m scorched and corn fed\nLeaning on the banister\nI knew it’s just another 20, 20 years of sweat\nMaking up his milk dud mind\nGnawing on a Charleston Chewooh\nLook inside his hothouse eyes\nSee his budding youth\nFree of hope, free of the past\nThank you God of nothing\nI’m free at last\nFree of hope, free of the past\nThank you God of nothing\nI’m free at last\nI’m free at last\nI’m free, free at last