Janet, let your hair find the wind
Bring a hammer and that song about heroin
Drive, at least as far as Yellow Springs
Find a place to sell your goddamn wedding ring

And find a new religion, new

Grab ‘em, the balls of the animal
A bullet cast all the way in Arkansas
Rabid, your mouth is a foamed up consequence
Of the matter, and of that final chance

For a new religion, new

Never, don’t you dare to ever take the hand again
Wear your moth-bitten marigold sweater
And leave that ring at a Cashland
Listen, they’re all singing songs of levity
Drive, Janet, you’re allowed to smile at the empty seat