the   virgin   queen
Written By:
regina spektor

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men who would shoot their
horses are the
same men who would
like to kiss your hand
(??)
men who shoot their
horses are the
same men who will
draw and shoot your friend
(??)

the virgin queen...

headless (mother?)
heartless (?)
ghosts of yes men past and future
in the bedroom you would suture
up that hole
where babies come from
england, oh, england
never forsake me
won't you take me to have and to hold
i may be a cruel, crude woman
but in the distance i hear shakespeare mumbling

whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
or to take arms against the sea of troubles...

england, england, never forsake me
won't you take me to have and to hold
i can hear the voices rising up

the virgin queen...

(??)
you try to rule
as best as you can
but the crown gets cold
(??)
on the distant shores new voices are rising...
(??)