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



She's your baby