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There's a drunk queen waxin, black eyes whisperin Says Ten quid, quick one off the wrist An there's a priest twisted wi' ECT, Those madmen hind his eyes keep makin eyes at me So I'm contemplatin leavin, I got thoughts hung wretched side my mind Oh, back street bedrooms, cum-soaked sidewalks, Tell tale bruises base a my spine... An a song spat cross the room, bled raw, bled beautiful An I tasted every line Tasted like Tuesday nights spent coughin up bad memories Faces to the left an right an ahead a me, Letras de cancionesWell they faded with the twisted snarl inside a me Blue from black in front a me Woody Guthrie rollin cigarettes by train-tracks stretchin other side Of a fistful sleepers, bound up blinded, Ease me, yes, I'm driftin for a time An I heard them singin some old rebel song, means nothing to no-one anymore Just a flick-knife whisper cut cross history Slogan scrawled cross shit house door Oh, and the queen done propositioned me, He had a song he sang to me Was a tattered love song, ode to someone chewed the soul from outta him But the song that snared my senses, yeah, Wasn't his, was someone else's, yeah And I can't recall a single line, An I never heard that song again From Letras Mania