Old Queens Head - L.A. Salami

There’s a bar of rumor road

A dormitory of deeds that interest me

And one such as he or she who feeds off

The floor, the fruits are bittersweet

They were good enough to eat for Eve

So they should be good enough to eat for me

And the madame of this place is my old queen

And she eats these fruits exclusively

But they’re merciless to the angels

The royal blooded, sweetened heart

And my queen is all three of these

The patriots of class

And the cynics they all raise a toast

To the broken and the dead

And the romantic simplifies the most

With the old queens head

I’ve stumbled drunk enough times

From this room to home, with many wounds

To know that nothings mean more than

The force of faith beneath the moon

But I’m a romantic who has never had romance

A lover who’s never had love’s dance

Next to the royalty who is skewered on a lance

The optimists tempt me to take a chance