Men who shoot their horses are the Same men who would like to kiss your hand (You wait in the ballrooms and the bedroom and the bathroom) Men who shoot their horses are the Same men who will go and shoot a friend. (Save him from chemo 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 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 the mind gets old And all the gold Couldn't buy our souls A place to come home Till 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'
The virgin queen, The virgin queen, The virgin queen, The virgin queen