regina spektor - The Virgin Queen (Live)

regina spektor - The Virgin Queen (Live)
Recorded: Unknown
Lyrics:
Men who shoot their
Horses are the
Same men who would
Like to kiss your hand
(They're waiting in the ballrooms and the bedrooms and the bathroom)
Men who shoot their
Horses are the
Same men who will
Go and shoot a friend
(Save him from chemo, my husband from chemo)
The virgin queen
The virgin queen
The virgin queen
Headless mother
Heartless father
Ghosts of yes men past and future
In the bedroom you must suture
Up that hole
Where the 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 mumblin'
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against the sea of troubles, troubles, troubles
England, England, never forsake me
Won't you take me to have and to hold?
I can hear the voices risin'
The virgin queen
The virgin queen
The virgin queen
The virgin queen
In the end
You'll try to rule
As best as you can
But the crown gets cold
And mind gets old
And all the gold
Could invite my souls
To a place to come home to
In the end, there's just a bed
And the things we made had begun to fade
On the distant shores new voices are risin'
Emoh emoc he leh contende
Emoh hey umo emoh emoh ey uh
Emoh hey bay hey ahleh he leh he leh he
Umo una hey una una hey hey uh
Uma hey bay hey no ahleh hey
Uma una hey una uma hey hey
Uma hey bay heyleh heyleh eh hey
Uma una hey eh uma una hey eh
The virgin queen
The virgin queen
The virgin queen
The virgin queen
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