Where is Jane?
Head among the buttercups,
Walking by the stream
Head among the buttercups.
Where is Jane?
Walking with her dame,
Lost in a dream,
Lost among the buttercups.

What has she got
In that curly brown head?
Wonderful thoughts that can never be said.
What has she got 
In that firm little fist of hers?
Somebody's hand and it feels like Jennifer's.

Unhappily
In the end of the day
A couple o' bastards stepped 
Into their way,
Wanted to fuck them,
And when the girls refused the screw
They've beaten them down
And raped them hard upon the ground.

Just resist, hold on, surviveÂ…
You must resist, got to surviveÂ… 
Just resist, hold on, surviveÂ…
You must resist, got to surviveÂ…

You've gotta get up (resist)
You've gotta get up (hold on)
You've gotta get up (survive)
You've gotta get up (get up)

Where is Jane?
Close to her dame.
Brown head, gold head
Bleeding in the buttercups.

But once again
Jennifer and Jane
Will walk around, hand in hand
In and out the buttercups.