Ashes
Queen Mary sat on a throne built on the blood of the slain
She’s a merry maiden plucking her mustache in vain
Mary rode with the Joker looking for car crashes
Kingdoms rise high to the skies only fading to ashes
After the fire the ashes remain
Silent dust monuments to pain
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Love is real ashes are lust
On route eighty between Friso and New York City
Our starlet without regret was hitchhiking pretty
The joker growled and pointed his long bony finger
It was a moment caught in time forever to linger
After the fire the ashes remain
Silent dust monuments to pain
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Love is real ashes are lust
The out of luck truckers were stuck in a traffic jam
None of them loved Mary nor did they give a damn
But Lady Lace a refugee from deep outer space
Won the hearts of the blue-collar men with style and grace
After the fire the ashes remain
Silent dust monuments to pain
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Love is real ashes are lust
Flags flying high while patriots are asking why they kill or
die
A little R&R from hell the soldiers can tell truth from
a lie
Alone on her throne of stone Mary demands that you kiss her
ring
Lady Lace so out of place knows not what gift she should
bring
The thermonuclear device burned in hot flashes
All that remained next to nuclear rain was ashes
Mary’s throne melted like mercurial avant-garde waves
Now the cockroaches rule supreme and we as fools are slaves
After the fire the ashes remain
Silent dust monuments to pain
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Love is real ashes are lust
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