Jane Whitfield Is Dead lyrics

Song information

Artist: Thought Industry
Album: Mods Carve The Pig: Assassins, Toads, And God's Flesh

Lyrics

[I) july 10th, 1993]

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 sexist 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 shit a brick. I bet. our house to
Raise a family. she'll shit. 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 shit a
Brick. I bet. to watch our children married. she'll shit
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