Come See

When your mother sends back all your invitations

And your father to your sister he explains

That youre tired of yourself and all of your creations

Wont you come see me queen jane, wont you come see me queen jane

Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have leant you

And the smell of their roses does not remain

And all of your children start to resent you

Wont you come see me queen jane, wont you come see me queen jane

Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned

Have died in battle or in vain

And youre sick of all this repetition

Wont you come see me queen jane, wont you come see me queen jane

When all of your advisers heave their plastic

At your feet to convince you of your pain

Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic

Wont you come see me queen jane, wont you come see me queen jane

Now when all of the bandits you turn your other cheek to

All lay down their bandanas and complain

And you want somebody you dont have to speak to

Wont you come see me queen jane, wont you come see me queen jane