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Queen’s Head |
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Availble on: I Don't Know
Who I Am (Let the War Against Music Vol.2) Written by: McCaughey |
| Rolling like a sack of bread My light, my life My own queen's head Ever starry, never dear, not nearly dead My own queen's head My own queen's head. Give her credit when she calls Provide Bordeaux and cotton balls She'll listen to your sighs and say A smile of fortune from our queen A body worn and frazzled No current address known Proud golden hair unravelled Await one precious stone Rolling like a sack of bread My light, my life My own queen's head Ever starry, never dear, not nearly dead My own queen's head My own queen's head. Each moment breathes distraction As dead men curb's ahead Above the least attraction The curls of my queens head. She rambles when she ramble must Her fame is souring gaspling From east to west From dawn to dusk From Kent below to Pluto's moons. I wonder where she rides tonight I miss her love with wide eyed might I wish I wish to hold her tight upright For starry … I see this night Rolling like a sack of bread My light, my life My own queen's head Ever starry, never dear, not nearly dead My own queen's head My own queen's head. Of seven wonders none so dear And never doubt my own queen's head. Saturn is a place on earth |