Lyrics belong to Kate Bush. Jayne and the Mudders belong to Joss Whedon. Jack $hit belongs to me, though if wishes were horses...

Jayne, come on home

You've been gone

Far too long, man

We can't let our hero

Die alone

We miss you

Day and night

You left town

To live by the rifle

You left us to fight

But it just ain't right

To take away our light

Remember Higgins

The magistrate-o?

He's still a-waiting

On that big grass hill

Mudders from your town

Are knocking the milk back

'til they get out of hand

And wish they were dead

They're only lonely

For the life that you led

Their own hero

Oh, Jayne

Are you selling your soul

To a cold gun?

Selling your soul to a...

Oh, Jayne

Are you selling your soul

To a cold gun?

Where lies your heart?

It's not there

In the whorehouse, man

It's not there

In the milk

That makes you laugh

Long and loud

You're a coward, Jayne

You're running away

From your family

You're running away

From reality

It won't be funny

When they rat-a-tat-tat you down

Remember Jeanie

From the bordello?

She's still a-waiting

In that big brass bed

Mudders from your town

Are knocking the milk back

'til they get out of hand

And wish they were dead

They're only lonely

For the life you've led

Their own hero

Oh, Jayne

Are you selling your soul

To a cold gun?

Selling your soul to a...

Oh, Jayne

Are you selling your soul

To a cold gun?