Jane Doe

Jane Doe walked alone on a main road Clutching at her phone on her own She ain't looking for nothing Every lamppost lights her way In a maze of her anxieties Walking home on a Wednesday at 9PM Was she looking for a nasty end? Don't go outside if the streets are lit by moonlight It doesn't matter if you're fourteen or forty-five You're just a hunk of meat at the end of some guy's knife Jane Doe walked alone on a main road Clutching at her phone on her own She ain't looking for nothing Every lamppost lights her way In a maze of her anxieties There's no justice If there's no peace They say 'not all men' But that's the flavour of the weak John Doe weren't alone he had the backing of the Met Force Who met vigils with the force of a pale horse They pushed past all the widows in tragedy And lit fires in the cores of the foundries They lit fires in the cores of the foundries Jane Doe walked alone on a main road Clutching at her phone on her own She ain't looking for nothing Every lamppost lights her way In a maze of her anxieties There's no justice If there's no peace They say 'not all men' But that's the flavour of the weak