For Pitch 5 UP ARROW For Pitch -5 DOWN ARROW For Volume 10 RIGHT ARROW For Volume -10 LEFT ARROW Space to stop all sounds, and 1 for Jane your early Hoodtrap
Won't the devil guide your hand for good luck? To hold the honeysuckle rose as she lies down Reading the paper, reading the world right 'round And her eyes record the sweet surprise of those who died that day Leaving her breathless, leading her hand to the grave Jane, you're early Your life's work is dirtied by the fools who adore you Only to find, only to find you out, they saw you Dressing in the backroom, now they'll pay what they owe you It's only small change, red on the green, green grass Won't the devil take you back for more? To open closed doors and keep the good from the great Evil in equal, seeking to kill and create How grand, the milk and honey land is on her tongue again Taste of the violence, trying to silence her head And Jane, you're early Your life's work is dirtied by the fools who adore you Biding your time, biding your time to strike, surely The poison makes a portrait of your face in the mirror Smiling with fright Jane, you're early Your life's work is dirtied by the fools who adore you Only to find, only to find you out, they saw you Dressing in the backroom, now they'll pay what they owe you It's only small change, red on the green, green grass
