Jestar

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 And 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 And 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 And Jane You're early