Karaoké Jane! The Long Faces

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

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

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

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