Janey came back from the stand Smiling With the writing of Kafka in hand And a bunny in a can Slipping and sliding You feel yourself asking her Why would you want me to try...? Squeezing your wrist and she's pulling you closer Down where the devils are dying with laughter Then led to a place where there's no form of pleasure She blows you a kiss from her lips
She's your baby...
Those below us can not be renounced Cause they're talking And for once I wish they'd shut up their mouths Lock their doors and stay in the house And while you're inside there You might want to question the fact That you're not quite the same And look to the room where she's keeping so quiet A million layers of crust and deposit Blanket the seasons and bury the reasons You told her that this was for good