Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream. A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans. Mr Sandman, he can recite today's lesson in his sleep. He says there oughta be some kind of law against me going down on the street.
Come sail your ships around me. And burn your bridges down. We make a little history baby. Every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me. And let your hair hang down.
Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream. A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans, oh yeah. Mr. Sandman he could recite today's lesson in his sleep.