Jane Alone and someone else Set out across the lawn After the rapid train With gloves they'd brought along And underneath the stupid moon Impaled upon their prank Jane Alone and someone else Made a mess of Frank His hand was where his nose should be His head stuck up his ass He walked on one leg naturally And watched the bipeds pass So now and then, when lost friends call To recount the past Frank forgets cause he came too late And love's run out of gas And love's run out of gas