Where is Jane? Head among the buttercups, Walking by the stream Head among the buttercups. Where is Jane? Walking with her dame, Lost in a dream, Lost among the buttercups.
What has she got In that curly brown head? Wonderful thoughts that can never be said. What has she got In that firm little fist of hers? Somebody’s hand and it feels like Jennifer’s.
Unhappily In the end of the day A couple o’ bastards stepped Into their way, Wanted to fuck them, And when the girls refused the screw They’ve beaten them down And raped them hard upon the ground.
Just resist, hold on, survive… You must resist, got to survive… Just resist, hold on, survive… You must resist, got to survive…
You’ve gotta get up (resist) You’ve gotta get up (hold on) You’ve gotta get up (survive) You’ve gotta get up (get up)
Where is Jane? Close to her dame. Brown head, gold head Bleeding in the buttercups.
But once again Jennifer and Jane Will walk around, hand in hand In and out the buttercups.