Last Cig (Wonderbull)

Sitting on the porch on a Saturday morn
Nothing to do but reminisce about scorn
Your life is so lame, what a shame
Something?  Anything?  Nothing to blame.

So you light your last cigarette at a quarter to nine
Where to get money, where to score a dime
Life is a haze, when you're trapped in a maze
Only way to get out is to get another raise.

And life goes on as bored as can be
When suddenly you look up and what do you see
But a key to a door you never saw before
Now open wide, revealing even more

Now what do you find in this vast open space
A world that functions at your set pace
How wonderfully nice, a lucky roll of the dice
You still don't realize -- you're the device

Soon you see, hey this place ain't rare
I just stepped into the open air
The door went outside, two worlds, split, divide
With no one to run and nowhere to hide

How will I explain this to my mother
Or keep taking care of my brother
I've tasted freedom, can't go back and meet them
I have learned to live my life and keep in my demon

Oh R.E.L., o R.E.L., you gotta realize that all of heaven ain't Hell
Oh won't you please, indulge your fantasies, 
Come with me, I'll put your mind at ease.