Queen Jane Approximately

Won't you come see me Queen Jane
And the smell of their roses does not remain
Won't you come see me Queen Jane
Won't you come see me Queen Jane
And you're sick of all this repetition
And all of your children start to resent you

Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have learnt you
At your feet to convince you of your pain
All lay down their bandannas and complain
And you want somebody you don't have to speak to
Won't you come see me Queen Jane
Won't you come see me Queen Jane

That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations

Won't you come see me Queen Jane
Have died in battle or in vain
Won't you come see me Queen Jane
Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic
Won't you come see me Queen Jane
Oh when all of your advisers heave their plastic

Now when all of the bandits that you turn your other cheek to
Won't you come see me Queen Jane
Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned