Queens Desire

Lyrics:

 

Here’s a story I swear it’s true
There’s this warehouse on 5th avenue
Covered by the urban haze
Mystery surrounds the place

And as I was set to leave
The baldest of men grabbed my sleeve
He sang of what was right and wrong
And taught us all to sing along

It’s said to be the queens desire
To be the trophy of an empire
And none of it may go to waste
It’s the kind of passion you can taste

Symbols of betting blind
Decorated more than just his mind
Nothing ventured nothing gained
Crowns exist to be obtained

It’s said to be the queens desire
To be the trophy of an empire
And none of it may go to waste
It’s the kind of passion you can taste

It’s said to be the queens desire
To be the trophy of an empire
And none of it may go to waste
It’s the kind of passion you can taste
You can taste
You can taste
You can taste