I’m Don Juan’s reckless daughter
I came out two days on your tail
Those two bald-headed days in November
Before the first snowflakes sail

Here in good old God-save-America
the home of the brave & the free
We are all hopelessly oppressed cowards
of some duality
of restless multiplicity

We’re going up to the eyes of clarity
and we’ll go down to the beads of guile
There is danger & education
In living out such a reckless lifestyle