Rowland S. Howard
Rowland S. Howard
Rowland S. Howard
Rowland S. Howard
Rowland S. Howard
Rowland S. Howard
Rowland S. Howard
Rowland S. Howard
Rowland S. Howard
Rowland S. Howard
This tells the narrative of a woman named Jane who has been placed in hospital to undergo a procedure. While she rests, a sinister character enters her house and burns all of her clothes.
I had no knife but myself
It was me I cut but you bled as well
How could I help my dear sweet pretty one?
When I could not put down the gun
And I don't know your name
Sweet baby Jane
You'll find it unbelievable
I left you in the hospital
And you don't have a stitch to wear
'cos the doctors cut the clothes right off your back
And guess what I don't care
About who or what or when or where
And Heaven knows;
I burnt your clothes
That's it, there's no road left to run
I spilt myself 'til I had none
I grew thorns upon your path
They struck not at your feet but at your heart
Still don't know your name
Sweet baby Jane
You'll find it unbelievable
I left you in the hospital
And you don't have a stitch to wear
'cos the doctors cut the clothes right off your back
And guess what I don't care
About who or what or when or where
And Heaven knows;
I burnt your clothes
I howled outside your door
I was the wolf but I'll return no more
This life is black, and running through a
Heart that's cursed, I lost the best
But can I lose the worst?
I'll soon know your name
Sweet baby Jane
You'll find it unbelievable
I left you in the hospital
And you don't have a stitch to wear
'cos the doctors cut the clothes right off your back
And guess what I don't care
About who or what or when or where
And Heaven knows;
I burnt your clothes
I burnt your clothes
I know your name
You're my sweet baby Jane
I Burnt Your Clothes was written by Rowland S. Howard.
I Burnt Your Clothes was produced by Lindsay Gravina.