Jane!

Won't the devil guide your hand for good luck
To hold the honeysuckle 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
And 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 backroom
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 great
Evil in 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
And 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
Ah!
And 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 backroom
Now they'll pay what they owe you
It's only small change, red on the green green grass