When your mother sends back all your invitations<br />And your father, to your sister he explains<br />That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations<br />Won't you come see me, Queen Jane<br />Won't you come see me, Queen Jane<br /><br />Now, when all of the flower ladies what back what they have lent you<br />And the smell of their roses does not remain<br />And all of your children start to resent you<br />Won't you come see me, Queen Jane<br />Won't you come see me, Queen Jane<br /><br />Now, when all the clowns that you have commissioned<br />Have died in battle or in vain<br />And you're sick of all this repetition<br />Won't you come see me, Queen Jane<br />Won't you come see me, Queen Jane<br /><br />When all of your advisers heave their plastic<br />At your feet to convince you of your pain<br />Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic<br />Won't you come see me, Queen Jane<br />Won't you come see me, Queen Jane<br /><br />Now, when all of the bandits that you turn your other cheek to<br />All lay down their bandannas and complain<br />And you want somebody you don't have to speak to<br />Won't you come see me, Queen Jane<br />Ah won't you come see me, Queen Jane
