Jane Alone and someone else
set out across the lawn
after the rabbit train
with gloves they 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