• Oh Janey, oh Janey, look and see!
    He's enjoying the sweet smell of shellac, don't you agree?
    Oh Janey, oh Janey, look, come this way!
    Oh, call me crazy, Janey, but I think fate has chosen this day.

    You knew I loved him, I thought we were close!
    "Oh no, get my clothes!" You didn't want to be exposed!
    Why, Janey? I trusted you, as a friend!
    Haha, well, 'friend', it's too late to defend.

    When I sleep, I can still hear his muffled yell.
    I told you to promise me you'd never tell.
    The rope, the wood, the blood, the sweet smell of shellac.
    The metal against his head was more of a quiet "whack".

    Oh Janey, oh Janey, this keeps getting better and better.
    Your love, your destined, to disappear forever.
    Let's have the decency, Janey, the decency, you know?
    To reel back to the first time he had said "hello."

    I was angry, don't you understand?
    Your texts, mails, stopped appearing, this wasn't what I planned.
    I wanted you to be the one I shared secrets with, to keep!
    I was as clever as to wait until he had fallen asleep.

    Why the pitiful face?
    Look at you, what a disgrace!
    You should have seen his expression!
    His ending was treated with profession.

    Under the sweet smell of shellac, he lies with grace.
    At the very least, I stole his last embrace.
    Oh Janey, oh Janey! He's under my slumber!
    I should have been rude, Janey, it's such a complex lumber.

    Oh Janey, Oh Janey. Did you hear that 'whack'?
    Come and see him enjoying the sweet smell of shellac.