She stands in her driveway on
A clear October night
Feels her chest is caving in
While she watches his fading taillights

Stars blur as her eyes fill up
The air is burning in her lungs
Five years of pain dressed up
Pretending to be love

The girl goes inside and finds the box
She put away in eleventh grade
They told her it was just a phase
But she’s going back to find solace in Violent J

Running with the hatchet now
She doesn’t need that man around
She’s going out with face paint on
She knows all the words to all the songs

She’s running with the hatchet again
Called up all her old Juggalo friends
Hit whippets til they get the spins
She’s running
Running with the hatchet again

She binges the First Joker Deck
Excuses the misogyny
The Great Milenko on repeat out of respect
For her Insane Clown Posse

You’ll see her out with all the friends she could bring
At next year’s Gathering
Tramp stamps on lower backs and
Bottle rockets shooting out of cracks

Whoop whoop it feels good to be home
Faygo pours until the chalice overflows
Turbaned clown tattoos and clothes
Shaggy 2 Dope straight into the dome

Running with the hatchet now
She doesn’t need that man around
She’s going out with face paint on
She knows all the words to all the songs

She’s running with the hatchet again
Called up all her old Juggalo friends
Hit whippets til they get the spins
She’s running
Running with the hatchet again