歌词
Jane's clenched legs writhe.
Soot dress dance flannel sheets.
Inane lush that can't decide, but
I'm snared here.
I wake flustered in her bedroom that
I can't escape.
I weep here's something that can never change.
This marriage is make believe.
Cook slop meal; and sew t-shirt; and wash my plate; and make bunk bed.
I never asked these things, because
Jane's now dead.
Jane's found dead, long dead.
Left me to this lonely bed.
Hoard of locust mad. [II) September 17th, 1995]
Jane floats down the aisle.
Voluptuous cream wedding dress.
Family and friends tight smiles.
Razor near. "I do," and
I promise on the bottle lover's grave.
She sighs, "our timeless loyalty is branded change."
This marriage is make believe.
Mow front lawn; and wash sports car; and cut slab wood; and pain garage; but we're not a ***ist pair.
Because Jane's now dead.
Because Jane's been dead.
Because Jane's found dead, long dead.
Stranded to this frigid bed.
Pacific bottom sad.
I'll mourn her softly [III) May 3rd, 2043]
A-frame by
Winchester stream.
Trimmed hedge with daisies.
Fields. Stained plank ceder fence.
My gramps' ponies.
She'll **** a brick.
I bet. Our house to raise a family.
She'll ****.
I bet. We'll grow old together.
Snail slow and ancient gray.
Racquetball on tuesday morning.
Playing eucker.
Sipping tea; and watch the sun die from our rocking chairs.
We'll gum sweet oatmeal holding dishpan hands.
She'll **** a brick.
I bet. To watch our children married.
She'll ****.
I bet. To see us when we're ninety, sleeping in on church sunday.
Playing our dated
CD's that we bought in my twenties. [IV) January 25th, 2051]
This marriage is make believe.
Now I'm crying on her body as she passed away without me, and left me this bitter old man; because
Jane's now dead, because
Jane's been dead.
Because Jane's found dead.
My wife's now dead.
My wife's found dead.
Jane's left dead.