Jane, Jane, the irritable pain, waits all day to play their foolish game.
They sing and they chant from night until dawn
Before they know it the nights have grown long
Jane, Jane, the irritable pain,
Wonders if she has gone merely insane.
They sing and they chant from night until dawn
Before they know it the nights have grown long
Jane, Jane, the irritable pain,
Wonders if she has gone merely insane.