I remember us stealing our daddy's car we drove at night, your dress black as tar went to the beach and you screamed freedom like a dog howling at the midnight moon
The street burned hot in the midday's sun and in the church down the road the sermon's begun remember how they wouldn't let you in no more because of the floral skirts you wore and never got quite rid of the stench of the *** that you smoked on our front porch bench
You never managed to hold down a job never worked a day, cause you got lost in words of beauty, your own poetry even wrote a little something for good ol' daddy
Bruce Springsteen-inspired text about the movie "The Beach ***".