deep in the heart of downtown nowhere

far from the arms of home

there in a door an angel waits

take ya in from the storm

under the broken neon sign

stutter a simple prayer

dear mother jane will take your confession

raise your glass to the air

every day it’s the same old grind

in this shithole town

but every night it’s the same old dive

that we all go down-

and we all go down

quickest way to heaven

yeah we all go down

st. Jane’s infirmary

now jane was the child of a preacherman

saved from a world of sin

long were the days she served her maker

now she serves us our gin

she says work is a knife in a young man’s heart

carving away his prime

sellin’ his soul to the highest bidder

for another nail in the pine

she says come children, come as you are

I’ll make ya feel all right

come children, I’ll give ya hope

under the neon light

and we all go down

for the same affliction

yeah we all go down

st. Janes infirmary

and it’s a carnival act

and every show is free

you get your tricks in the back

grab a fifth off the rack

and have a fix on me

and we’ll all go down.