Doe, Jane - Shakey Graves

I’ve become a cold case, bruised and black

Laying on a table with my eyes rolled back

A husband for dear Doe, Jane

I used to fit in your arms like a book in a shelf

Now I sit on the floor telling jokes to myself

Da da la da, da da la da da

Da da la da, da da la da

Wah, ah

Wah, wah, wah (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

Wah, ah

I hope I don’t become a good boy, slow and strong

Minding my manners and tagging along

A pet for my dear Doe, Jane

I used to nip at the heels and bay at the moon

Now I sit and stay like the good dogs do

Da da la da, da da la da da

Da da la da, da da la da

Wah, ah

Wah, wah, wah (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

Wah, ah

I hope I don’t become a good boy, slow and strong

Minding my manners and tagging along

A pet for my dear Doe, Jane

I used to nip at the heels and bay at the moon

Now I sit and stay like the good dogs do

So let’s strap on our jaws and head back to the homeland

Where we sit and stare like it’s our god-chosen gift

So let’s strap on our jaws and head back to the homeland

Where we sit and stare like it’s our god-chosen gift

I’ve become a cold case, bruised and black

Laying on a table with my eyes rolled back

A husband for dear Doe, Jane

I used to fit in your arms like a book in a shelf

Now I sit on the floor telling jokes to myself

I used to bite at the heel and bay at the moon

Now I sit and I stay like the good dogs do

So strap on your jaws and head back to the homeland

Where we sit and stare like it’s our god-chosen gift (So strap on your jaws and

head back to the homeland)

Where we sit and stare like it’s our god-chosen gift (So strap on your jaws and

head back to the homeland)

Where we sit and stare like it’s our god-chosen gift