In The Out Door

Caught in a familiar place

Our hero dances resolute

somewhere between kitchen accessories

and the freshly butchered steaks

the voices sounding overhead

singing one come one all

but our hero isn't listening 

He just stands in the aisle and says

Every underdog is a heretic

Flying in the face

Of convention and establishment

demanding he come in last place

there's no time for course correction

when you're slamming into the shores
Breaking down your own beliefs
Waltzing in the out door