Jane Beat the Reaper

Well stranger things are happening here
 I see the ghosts now in broad daylight
 And while the midnight boys continue their songs
 The reaper rolls his eyes
 Without a shadow of a doubt
 He says this party is a pale view
 Of what time slowly did to them
 And what I'm gonna do to you
 But Jane beat that reaper with a broomstick hard
 Ran that bag of bones across the whole front yard
 And she screams, no one takes a party from me
 No one takes a party from me
 No one takes a party from Jane
 No one takes a party from Jane
 She wore medallions on a string
 She said they warded off the boredom
 Of life alone and the constant sting
 Of what she was before him
 But stranger things have happened here
 She disappeared with every daybreak
 Her clockwork crisis never seemed so clear
 Her strung-out strife never seemed so fake
 But Jane dropped those trinkets in the ole Grand Isle
 And they sank with all her misery, her vacant smile
 Still she pleads, who can take this hurt out of me
 Who can take this hurt out of me
 But nothing takes the urge out of Jane
 Oh nothing takes the hurt out of Jane
 And her fate, she knows, is to wait so close
 At the gates of Hell until the day he calls
 So she spends her time pacing Purgatory
 That's all, yeah that is all
 Well she traded all her riches in for dime store rags
 Her mama tried her best to fill those shopping bags
 Still she screams, please don't waste your money on me
 Please don't waste your money on me
 'Cause nobody could buy love from Jane
 She'll party in her rags all the same
 Well no one takes the party from Jane