The Virgin Queen Lyrics & Chords By Regina Spektor

Men who shoot their horses;
Are the same men who would like to kiss your hand;
On a day, in the bathrooms;
And the bedrooms, and the, and the;
Men who shoot their horses;
Are the same men who would go and shoot a friend;
Save them, kiss them.

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 the babies come from;
England—oh—England;
Never 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, we try to rule;
As best as we can;
But the crown gets cold;
And mind gets old;
And all the gold;
Could invite my soul;
To 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.

—Regina Vocalising—
emoh emoc he leh contende
emoh hey umo emoh emoh ey uh
emoh hey bay hey ahleh he leh he leh he
umo una hey una una hey hey uh
uma hey bay hey no ahleh hey
uma una hey una uma hey hey
uma hey bay heyleh heyleh eh hey
uma una hey eh uma una hey eh

The Virgin Queen;
The Virgin Queen;
The Virgin Queen;
The Virgin Queen.