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