Regina Spektor - The Virgin Queen lyrics

Men who shoot their horses
Are the same men who would
Like to kiss your hand
On a day, in the ballrooms
In the bedrooms, and the, and the

Men who shoot their horses
Are the same men who would
Go and shoot a friend
Save them from killing
My husband from killing

The Virgin Queen the Virgin Queen
The Virgin Queen
Headless mother, heartless father
Ghosts of the yes-men past and future
In the bedroom you will suture up that hole
Where thе babies come from
England, oh, England nevеr 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 a sea of
Troubled, troubled, troubles"
England, England never forsake me
Won't you take me to have and to hold
I can hear the voices rising

The Virgin Queen the Virgin Queen
The Virgin Queen the Virgin Queen

In the end, I try to rule as best as I can
But the crown gets cold and mind gets old
And all the gold could invite our souls
For a place to come home to

In the end, is just a bed
And the things we made have begun to fade
On the distant shores new voices are rising

The Virgin Queen the Virgin Queen