Song | Queen of No One |
Artist | Mark Eitzel |
Album | Caught in a Trap and I Can't Back Out 'Cause I Love You Too Much, Baby |
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Lights flash in the half-filled night club | |
He stands alone with big soft eyes | |
He’s brittle as Goodwill dishes | |
Drained of blood drained of wishes | |
He’s a solitary ghost under a clock | |
He’s good only for leaving quarters behind | |
He’s a gold mine in reverse | |
Dripping water and an ancient curse | |
Some of them are queens of prejudice and pride | |
that dine on heroism | |
Some of them are queens of the chaos inside | |
and celebrate their indecision | |
Raise a toast to being empty inside | |
To the new queen of no one | |
A shot and a beer for a buck | |
Surreal visions when you run out of luck | |
He’s the crocodile who swallowed the clock | |
Waiting to make his soul come unstuck | |
Some of them are queens of the ant farms and the ants | |
In plain brown paper wrapping | |
Well some of them are queens of beauty and truth | |
Waiting for someone to help them | |
Well raise a toast, long live the queen | |
The new queen of no one | |
New queen of no one | |
All the unhappy drunks with their broken backs | |
Sooner or later they hang up their hats | |
But his life is like a cut that won’t bleed | |
Leaving him high and dry and stupid with need | |
Well some of them are queens of cowardice and luck | |
And of soft sky blue distraction | |
And some of them are queens of hopelessness and beauty | |
And some are at least the queens of someone | |
Well raise a toast, salute the queen | |
The new queen of no one | |
The new queen of no one | |
The new queen of no one |
Lights flash in the halffilled night club | |
He stands alone with big soft eyes | |
He' s brittle as Goodwill dishes | |
Drained of blood drained of wishes | |
He' s a solitary ghost under a clock | |
He' s good only for leaving quarters behind | |
He' s a gold mine in reverse | |
Dripping water and an ancient curse | |
Some of them are queens of prejudice and pride | |
that dine on heroism | |
Some of them are queens of the chaos inside | |
and celebrate their indecision | |
Raise a toast to being empty inside | |
To the new queen of no one | |
A shot and a beer for a buck | |
Surreal visions when you run out of luck | |
He' s the crocodile who swallowed the clock | |
Waiting to make his soul come unstuck | |
Some of them are queens of the ant farms and the ants | |
In plain brown paper wrapping | |
Well some of them are queens of beauty and truth | |
Waiting for someone to help them | |
Well raise a toast, long live the queen | |
The new queen of no one | |
New queen of no one | |
All the unhappy drunks with their broken backs | |
Sooner or later they hang up their hats | |
But his life is like a cut that won' t bleed | |
Leaving him high and dry and stupid with need | |
Well some of them are queens of cowardice and luck | |
And of soft sky blue distraction | |
And some of them are queens of hopelessness and beauty | |
And some are at least the queens of someone | |
Well raise a toast, salute the queen | |
The new queen of no one | |
The new queen of no one | |
The new queen of no one |
Lights flash in the halffilled night club | |
He stands alone with big soft eyes | |
He' s brittle as Goodwill dishes | |
Drained of blood drained of wishes | |
He' s a solitary ghost under a clock | |
He' s good only for leaving quarters behind | |
He' s a gold mine in reverse | |
Dripping water and an ancient curse | |
Some of them are queens of prejudice and pride | |
that dine on heroism | |
Some of them are queens of the chaos inside | |
and celebrate their indecision | |
Raise a toast to being empty inside | |
To the new queen of no one | |
A shot and a beer for a buck | |
Surreal visions when you run out of luck | |
He' s the crocodile who swallowed the clock | |
Waiting to make his soul come unstuck | |
Some of them are queens of the ant farms and the ants | |
In plain brown paper wrapping | |
Well some of them are queens of beauty and truth | |
Waiting for someone to help them | |
Well raise a toast, long live the queen | |
The new queen of no one | |
New queen of no one | |
All the unhappy drunks with their broken backs | |
Sooner or later they hang up their hats | |
But his life is like a cut that won' t bleed | |
Leaving him high and dry and stupid with need | |
Well some of them are queens of cowardice and luck | |
And of soft sky blue distraction | |
And some of them are queens of hopelessness and beauty | |
And some are at least the queens of someone | |
Well raise a toast, salute the queen | |
The new queen of no one | |
The new queen of no one | |
The new queen of no one |