Chris Sand

Lyrics

Diamond Jane, Diamond Jane / Can’t you see I’m in pain? / You should’ve known I would roam far away / If I seem a little strange, that’s because I’ve become deranged / All because of my love for the spoon and the flame // It was somewhere south of Reno with old man Angelino / Me and him followed sin for six days / We walked and train hopped but on the 7th day stopped / When we came to the House of Diamond Jane // Now Jane is a dame, you’ll soon know her name / Her house of ill fame is quite garish and gay / Hieronymus Bosch painted peasants with squashes there / Spilling dank seeds on the high desert plain // Well, I’m no Valentino, but I love old casinos / And blackjack is good for my brain / But old man Angelino, he back-tracked back to Reno / And left me alone at the home of Diamond Jane // Well, I staggered inside where I met my new bride / She looked haggard and shattered and shamed / When she saw me she moaned like some venomous crone / And squirted her blood down a hole in my vein // Yes, Jane’s a vampire in the lost women’s choir / The congregation calls her a strumpet and quean / But I know I’m worse, I was born with a curse / To live out my life in a dream . . . Diamond Jane!