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