| My girl is gone with the wind |
| And I am blown in million pieces |
| So tired of love and playing games |
| Infected by my hate |
| Says John and looks at himself |
| In his late great grandma’s mirror |
| Left hand is so very heavy from the weight |
| Of Smith and from Wesson |
| Hush Johnny |
| Jesus' gonna come here |
| Find your ass |
| Long before the police gets you |
| Wind will keep blowing |
| Man will keep moaning |
| Dead river keep on floating |
| And floating and floating forever |
| Forever and ever |
| So Johnny says to himself |
| — have you really thought this over? |
| — my god, my impulse tells me so |
| So I guess I have |
| But when she finds that you’re gone |
| And your revenge has been accomplished |
| You’ll burn in hell in all eternity |
| So really what’s the point |
| But maybe |
| Jesus' gonna save |
| Everyone will know |
| That I did the right thing |
| Preachers keep on knowing |
| Sun will keep on glowing |
| Dead river keep on floating |
| And floating and floating forever |
| Forever and ever |
| I’m so sorry that I left you |
| I’m sorry that I let you go |
| Sorry but I have to know |
| If it’s true what they say |
| That in the end the only |
| Thing eternal is the death |
| And the death is forever and ever |