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