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