High upon
A ripe green hill
Stands a rook
That lies so still
If you look inside
You just might see
A moving glimpse
Of the vile queen
Gold covered pictures
Line up her home
Easy upholstery
Sits tight on her throne
She retreats outside
To admire the view
Born so rich
She is the select few
Twin of lambent
Struck afar
By our behest
Via rail car
Maybe one day
She'll set us free
But for now
It'll remain just dreams
The Queen lives on Maystreet
She hides behind fake plastic smiles
The Queen lives in Maystreet
I see her from looking glass tiles
The Queen lives on Maystreet
She hides behind fake plastic smiles
The Queen lives in Maystreet
I see her from looking glass tiles
The Queen lives on Maystreet
She hides behind fake plastic smiles
The Queen lives in Maystreet
I see her from looking glass tiles
The Queen lives on Maystreet
She hides behind fake plastic smiles
The Queen lives in Maystreet
I see her from looking glass tiles