Queen Jane Approximately Lyrics - Grateful Dead

Now 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 you come see me, Queen Jane? 

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? 

Now the flower lady wants back what she has, have lent you 

And the smell of her roses does not remain 

When all your children start to resent you 

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? 

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? 

Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned 

Have all died in battle or in vain 

And you find yourself sick of all this repetition 

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? 

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? 

Now 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 you come see me, Queen Jane? 

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?