Now when your mother sends back all your invitations
And your father to your sister he explains
That youre tired of yourself and all of your creations
Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?
Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when the flower lady wants back all that she has lent you
And the smell of her roses does not remain
And when all your children, they all start to resent you
Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?
Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now, when all the clowns you have commissioned
Have all died in battle or in vain
And you find yourself sick of all this repetition
Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?
Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all of your advisers, they all heave their plastic
At your feet to convince you of your pain
Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic
Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?
Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now, when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to
All throw down their bandannas and complain
Maybe you want someone that you dont have to speak to
Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?
Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?
Wont you come and see me, Queen Jane? 
Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?
Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?