Jane she got excavated

By a trader dealing in old lines

Then she got a paper

From a mailer telling her more lies



Chorus (sing first half on first chorus):

So here we go

Down an endless road where we know

Nothing good here will ever grow

We're wasting our own time

And better know

Everyday life will carry on

Everyday when you're not so strong

You're wasting your own time



Says she knows more than she lets on

That's how she gets on when she is outside

When the wind comes on harder

She needs a shelter of their warm lies



Repeat chorus



She was taken last Sunday

To a safe place dealing in this line

Then she got her papers

From a faceless who won't tell her one more time