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