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