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It Learned to Lift the Latch

V6-WILD

[Intro — spoken close; dry percussion] I checked it twice. I always check it twice. [Verse 1 — low, gritty; stalking guitar riff] The first night left the wire torn wide, Three empty hutches stood inside. I drove fresh posts through frozen ground, Hung cans along the fence for sound. At dawn I found them by the gate, Unstrung and stacked beside the bait. [Pre-Chorus — tense fiddle enters] The neighbors said, “A fox, a dog.” I nailed another board across. [Chorus — heavy groove; forceful clean vocals] We built the fence a little higher— It learned to lift the latch. I set the teeth of iron traps; It learned to step right back. Every night I made it harder. Every dawn it found a way. [Verse 2 — tighter rhythm; metallic rattles] I bought a chain, I bought a lock, A lamp that lit the whole yard up. I parked the tractor by the gate; My wife said, “Come inside. It’s late.” At dawn, fresh scratches scored the wall— It hadn’t used the gate at all. [Pre-Chorus — drums building] I found it crouched beyond the light, Watching how I locked up tight. [Chorus — heavier; fiddle answers the vocal] We built the fence a little higher— It learned to lift the latch. I set the teeth of iron traps; It learned to step right back. Every night I made it harder. Every dawn it found a way. [Bridge — bass pulse and whispered vocal] Tonight, the hens are on their roost. The rabbits nose around their feed. No broken boards. No scattered straw. For once, there’s nothing wrong at all. [Sudden silence — spoken] The kitchen door is open. I never leave it open. [Instrumental break — frantic fiddle; guitars accelerate] [Final Chorus — fast, desperate, full voice] We built the fence a little higher— It learned to lift the latch. There’s lamplight spilling from the kitchen, Then a shape that cuts it black. Every night I made it harder. Every dawn it found a way. Now I’m running past the livestock— Not a single one afraid! [Breakdown — pounding, repeated] I showed it where the hinges were. I showed it where we sleep. I showed it everything it needed Every night I turned the key! [Hard stop] [Outro — spoken, breathless] My hand was on the handle. Something held the other side. [One slow scrape of metal. End.]