Janice

Janice pressed against the wall
So she can see the war
In case the laughing aliens call
And crush the humansity to the floor

Janice in her combat boots
She blows your head off, turns so serene
Needs you like she needs a tank
To tell her that the world is clean

To promise her a definition
Tell her when their reign will fall
Tell her "Your gun shines bright."
Tell her she can kill them all..

Today..

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This is based on the Sisters of Mercy song Alice. Cunningly altered words make it about Jan. Just about. From The Book With No Name 91. Part in italics by Derek, rest by Duncan.