Jane she got excavated
By a trader dealing in old lines
Then she got a paper
From a mailer telling her more lies

[Chorus]
So here we go
Down an endless road where we know
Nothing good here will ever grow
We`re wasting our own time
And better know
Everyday life will carry on
Everyday when you`re not so strong
You`re wasting your own time

Says she knows more than she lets on
That`s how she gets on when she is outside
When the wind comes on harder
She needs a shelter of their warm lies

[Chorus]

She was taken last Sunday
To a safe place dealing in this line
Then she got her papers
From a faceless who won`t tell her one more time

Writer : STEPHEN CRADOCK, SIMON FOWLER, OSCAR HARRISON, DAMON MINCHELLA
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group