Jane!

Won’t the devil guide your hand
For good luck
To hold the honey suckle rose as she
Lies down
Reading the paper

Reading the world right round
And her eyes
Record the sweet surprise of those who died
That day
Leaving her breathless
Leading her hand to the grave!

Jane!
You’re early
Your life’s work is dirtied by the
Fools!
Who adore you
Only to find
Only to find you out

They saw you
Dressing in the back room
Now they’ll pay!
What they owe you
It’s only small change
Red on the green green grass

Won’t the devil take you back for more
To open closed doors
And keep the good from the grade
Evil and equal seeking to kill and create
How grand
The milk and honey land
Is on her tongue
Again
Taste of the violence trying to silence her head!

Jane!
You’re early
Your life’s work is dirtied by the
Fools!
Who adore you
Biding your time
Biding your time to strike
Surely
The poison makes a portrait of your face!
In the mirror
Smiling with fright

Jane!
You’re early
Your life’s work is dirtied by the fools!
Who adore you
Only to find
Only to find you out
They saw you
Dressing in the back room now they’ll pay!
What they owe you
It’s only small change red on the green green grass