The Morning After the Fuck

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[Verse 1]
Well I stood in the circle with the fire burnin’ bright
Hippies chantin’ softly in the moonbeam light
They said, “Find your peace, don’t make no sound”
But my soul had a scream that was hellbent bound
So I took a breath, and I let it fly
I yelled “Fuck at the stars in the holy sky
Twenty thousand heads all snapped my way
Like I’d pissed in their kombucha and ruined their day
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[Chorus]
But the morning came with a different tune
I sat at a table under breakfast moon
And the crowd came smilin’, shakin’ my hand
Sayin’, “Brother, you broke the silence in this land”
Now every tent’s got someone shoutin’ fuck—
It started with me and one good fuck!
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[Verse 2]
They said, “You did it, man—you did the thing”
“I’ve been holdin’ back since Tuesday’s opening ring”
I said, “Then why wait? Just do it, friend”
So they stood up tall and yelled “Fuck” again!
And one became two, and two turned to ten
Till the firelight echoed with outlaw Zen
Now f-bombs bloom like desert weeds
A chorus of truth in a field of beads
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[Chorus]
And the morning sang with a righteous strut
No peace police, no ifs or buts
Just wild hearts shoutin’ with a grin and a cluck
Reborn by the gospel of one loud fuck!
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[Bridge – half-spoken preacher-style, crowd clap rhythm]
Now I ain’t sayin’ hate.
I ain’t sayin’ fight.
But sometimes the spirit ain’t polite.
Sometimes you gotta scream,
Let it rip, full steam—
To remind the tribe what freedom means.
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[Final Chorus – big, stompin’ with harmonies]
So raise your mugs, your hearts, your luck
And toast to the morning after the fuck!
Where peace met truth and the silence cracked—
And never again did we hold it back.
One voice roared and the chains got stuck—
So we all got free… with one big fuck!
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[Outro – quiet banjo pluck, voice fading like a preacher walkin’ away]
Just one big fuck
That’s all it took.
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Rustic Bluegrass with Banjo, Fiddle, and Foot-Tapping Rhythm