angels. The way we live, the way we die, What a tragedy, I'm so terrified. Daydreamers please wake up, We can't sleep no more. I've seen them shooting
track And you're on it I hear you're counting sheep again Mary Jane What's the point of trying to dream anymore I hear you're losing weight again Mary Jane
the lane My blue-eyed Jane Janie dear, listen here I've come to say farewell The world is drear without you, dear But now I cannot linger here I'm going
at home the spiders I loved dearly I felt a little sad as I walked through the classroom door, But then I saw more children than I'd ever seen before. "Ah ha!" I
used to say out loud I see myself in a year if I'm still around And I don't feed the doll no no, no no, no no Jane used to touch herself to make it go
In the back of the bottom drawer I don't keep these things because I'm longing to go back I keep them because I want to stay right were I'm at I'm reminded
only nine I was not to blame Now my heart must grow beyond the shame. Chorus: Dear God, keep and eye on Little Angels As they lay down to sleep I pray
shit to us Now what the fuck can I accomplish? And when I'm dead, will I find myself on God's list? Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die today
listen for a while to me While I relate of a dreadful murder Which happened on the briny sea Andrew Ross*, an Orkney Sailor Whose sufferings now I will
smorgasboard I start sweatin, my back gets to humpin Then I thump and I thump and I thump and I thump I don't carry a gun but I'm packin somethin lethal
natives that even baby Coolidge was to be spared an ounce of pain. How I came to be spared, by the grace of God, I shall never know. I had been
death, you have to choose life (I done seen it all, at least I think I seen it all) I'm with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes Diesel by the
Russell Simmons I'm funky, spunky, I clock bread like Wonder I'll jump up and flex, make you think I'm Jane Fonda I shiggity slam Rito, I'm laid back
I be I say with a shrug, I think you're a mug To marry me When you first threw me a gander, I was willing to philander But I never thought I'd have
see deacon Jones When he rattles the bones, Old parson Brown foolin' 'roun like a clown, Aunt Jemima who is past eighty three, Shoutin' "I'm full o'
what you are I've been so blue, sleeping till noon, darling Watching cartoons but I could not ease the pain I hear the phone line and I hope that isn't you Jane
give her one gold piece Then I can give her three For I'm called John Barbour And I've plow the raging sea I've plow the raging sea I've plow the raging
