Cyborg Jane

Cyborg Jane

Oh,

Cyborg Jane, had rickety shins,

with two metal heads,

and titatium chins,

Oh,

Cyborg Jane, made of mexican tin,

she clanked and clacked till

the sun turned in,

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Oh,

Cyborg Jane wasn't liked too much,

made nasty noise and smelled of rust

in City 9, they made her go,

and into the sunset, Jane did roam.

Cyborg Jane,

Cyborg Jane,

What a techno-terror horror,

two faces look the same!

Cyborg Jane,

Cyborg Jane,

Left her home a'wandering,

and she won't be back again.

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Cyborg Jane did stumble

on a rusted out old shack.

Inside were several bodies,

and a silly, goofy snack,

a pile of crumbled croutons,

and a slice of human hair,

Oh, Cyborg Jane did wonder,

what the hell was that doing there?

Cyborg Jane,

Cyborg Jane,

A mechanicolic marvel,

her joints just ain't the same!

Cyborg Jane,

Cyborg Jane

Oh, she kept on up and wandering,

till the sun did set again.

So,

Cyborg Jane kept walking,

and she met an old vortigaunt,

said his name was Jimmy, and asked

'What do you want?"

and Jane said, oh good sir,

I'd like a little bath

my joints are old and rusty,

and I need not crumble on my path.

Cyborg Jane,

Cyborg Jane,

The Vortigaunt did shoot her,

with lead and iron and tin,

and Cyborg Jane was crippled,

but she continued marching on,

for she had to get

to somewhere else

before the rising dawn.

Cyborg Jane,

Cyborg Jane,

bullet riddled paneling,

two grins of Combine Fame!

Oh,

Cyborg Jane,

Cyborg Jane,

the sun was setting quickly,

but her aim remained the same.

Cyborg Jane did stumble, now, on a purple, mottled rock

and here she took a rest,

and she gathered both her thoughts,

Oh, Cyborg Jane was wondering,

what the hell's this all about,

and Cyborg Jane grew hopeless,

stuck around and mellowed out.

Cyborg Jane got busy, and began connecting dots

the vortigaunt had lied to her; she'd actually been shot

and Cyborg Jane was leaking,

oil all across the sand,

and Cyborg Jane did realize,

her life was coming to an end.

Oh,

Cyborg Jane,

Cyborg Jane,

two faces tell a story, of prejudice and pain,

Oh,

Cyborg Jane,

Cyborg Jane,

she fell down in the desert,

and she won't be up again.

(Instrumental, end).