JY

"Won't the devil guide your hand for good luck? To hold the honeysuckle rose as he lies down Reading the paper, reading the world right 'round And his eyes record the sweet surprise of those who died that day Leaving him breathless, leading his hand to the grave And Jane, you're early Your life's work is dirtied by the fool who adores you. Now he'll pay what he owes you It's only small change, red on the green, green grass."