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
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
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