Jane she got excavated
By a trader dealing in old lines
Then she got her paper's
From a mailer telling her more lies

So here we go
Down an endless road where we know
Nothing good here will ever grow
We're wasting our own time.

Says she know's 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

So here we go
Down an endless road where we know
Nothing good here will ever grow
Were wasting our own time.
And better know everyday life will carry on.
And everyday when your not so strong,
You're wasting your own time.

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.

So here we go
Down an endless road where we know
Nothing good here will ever grow
Were wasting our own time.
And better know everyday life will carry on.
And everyday when your not so strong,
You're wasting your own time