When your mother sends back all your invitations
And your father, to your sister, he explains
That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations,
Won't [bad word] see me Queen Jane?
Won't [bad word] see me Queen Jane?

Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you
And the smell of their roses does not remain
And all of your children start to resent you,
Won't [bad word] see me, Queen Jane?
Won't [bad word] see me, Queen Jane?

Now when all the clowns that you [bad word] Have died in battle or in vain
And you're sick of all this repetition,
Won't [bad word] see me, Queen Jane?
Won't [bad word] see me, Queen Jane?

When all of your advisers heave their plastic
At your feet to convince you of your pain
Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic,
Won't [bad word] see me, Queen Jane?
Won't [bad word] see me, Queen Jane?

Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to
All lay down their bandanas [bad word] And you want somebody you don't have to speak to,
Won't [bad word] see me, Queen Jane?
Won't [bad word] see me, Queen Jane?