歌词
Black crowns
On your finger tips
Don't make me
The king of shit
I pour myself
Two fingers, quick
They go straight
To the thick of it
Red wine lips, champagne eyes
Little black dress on the bathroom tiles
Kind to be cruel, no mercy for the weak
Bow down to the queen
Bow down to the queen
Bow down
Little paper hearts
Y'know they burn so fast
Even hungry wolves
Know these this won't last
Those painted eyes
Held at half mast
Gonna mourn the ones
Who couldn't make it past
Circle the wagons, here come the braves
Egyptian cotton lines all their graves
The lady of nothing, high priestess of the scene
Bow down to the queen
Bow down to the queen
Bow down to the queen
Bow down to the
Falling down on wounded knees
Worship till your fingers bleed
Give it up till you believe
Bow down
Bow down